War Progress

Zhal's eyes widened when he saw this.

TRA—

Before he could say anything, Jisvruul crushed his throat.

"Enough. It's time for you to be recreated." Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed Zhal whole. "You'll remain alive until it's time. But if you cause trouble, I'll just kill you." As Zhal entered his stomach, Jisvruul wiped his lips.

"Zhal! Mom!" Fren, despite his injuries, rushed toward Jisvruul with rage in his eyes. Seeing him come, Jisvruul didn't even flinch. Instead, he stepped forward to meet him.

"AH!" Fren raised his fists, aiming to strike—but with his weakened strength, what could he truly do?

Jisvruul effortlessly caught his hand mid-swing. "I'll be needing you as well. It's great to see you being so proactive." Fren struggled furiously, but Jisvruul ignored his futile resistance, soaring into the sky and dragging Fren along.