Whenever the Moon Howling Lion King recalled the glorious days of the past, he always missed the life where he occupied the most fertile lands, mated with the fiercest lionesses of the group, and those timid Huge Hoofed Deer meekly offered their brethren for his enjoyment.
Unfortunately, fate did not favor the lions, and who could have anticipated that their own Totem would suddenly go berserk and attempt to confront the terrifying deities that were trying to reassemble their shattered world?
He even failed to stop his own Totem in time, only to see in the sky his Totem being crushed into a spray of blood by a mere flick, along with a half-corpse falling into the territory of the Shadow Wolf pack.
At that moment, he knew the problem was serious.
Ask: How is one to handle when their superior suddenly goes mad and is blown up by a real powerhouse with a flick (literally), and the body is even picked up by a former subordinate?