"No!!!"
A roar erupted in the blood-scented cave, awakening the blood-soaked Beast King from his furious trance, and he heard the wails permeating the red mist.
Altar!
Those guys had touched the altar!
A cold sweat mixed with plasma slipped from his forehead, and he suddenly realized he had focused his attention on one body for too long!
Having arranged everything, he was too curious about that guy's facial expression, so he specially selected the most perfect body from his collection to serve as his vessel in the mortal world.
However, it was this arrogance that led to an unanticipated flaw in his plan.
The negative emotions generated by the imperfect vessel rebounded against his spirit, and instead of thinking calmly, he was led by the nose by his anger, becoming a puppet of his emotions.
And it was during this momentary lapse that he had inadvertently allowed those people to reach the vicinity of the Lair.