Hybrid

Valderik grabbed the ula by the fur on the back of its neck and pulled it away from Ambrose's head before the man exploded.

All warriors knew that General Medaan's frizzy hair was forbidden territory. Only his wife could touch and groom it.

"Chichichi," Itziar shrieked and squirmed, seeking to break free of his grasp.

"What's wrong with you?" Valderik whispered as he put her over his shoulder. 

Itziar climbed onto Valderik's head this time, hiding behind him. Magenta eyes strayed to the pop-up window that had suddenly appeared. 

[Alert!]

[Threat Level updated!]

'What was that?' Itziar was surprised since this was the first time she had seen something like this. 

Her magenta eyes darted from side to side, carefully reading the masked man's data. 

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Zhizhu (??) 

*Species: Hybrid