Zarynth 2: Elders At My Feet

"I have an idea…" he smirked, unbothered.

"How about—rather than just using you all as food—I use you all as entertainment for starters?"

'Those auras... those demonic eyes', Kealion thought. 'It all correlates with what Allen said. Is this really a god in flesh'

He shook his head, pushing away the thought. Cracking his neck with a sharp twist, his gaze caught the pitch of the night—not dark, but black—stained under the devilish aura.

'This is my kingdom. And you're not trespassing without a fight.'

He stomped his leg against the floor, hatred flaring in his furious gaze. His muscles began to enlarge—tripling in size—veins bulging as his body broadened. Yet he still looked fit, as though this were his natural form.

Raising a single finger high above his chest and pointing to the sky—it was a silent signal.

And at once, the Elders leapt into the air, their target locked: Zarynth.

But that chunky smile never left his face.