Three chances

The tension in the Savannah was suffocating. 

The golden grasses swayed lightly, whispering in the wind, but the lionesses stood frozen, their muscles coiled, eyes wide with uncertainty. 

They had come expecting to avenge their fallen King, yet the creature before them—a juvenile dinosaur, glowing with a strange aura of confidence—was unfazed. 

No beast should have been able to withstand the full power of their King's might. 

No beast should have dared to stand in his place and mock them.

But Wei Long? He simply grinned.

The system's warning still echoed in his mind: 

Don't move, or the ability will disappear. 

A small price to pay for evolution. 

The process had already begun, creeping through his cells, rearranging his very being. 

He could feel the change happening, but he had to stay still. Any movement, any shift in stance, and it would all be lost.

That meant he had to handle this with his words alone.