"Ngh!" the chieftain felt an immense pressure coming out from the figure, half of his size. His eyes twitched before he covered his brows with his hand. "What the hell are you," he muttered before his pupils shrunk at the sight of three humongous beasts glaring at him.
(True Dragon! Devil Ape! and...) the chieftain gulped at the sight of the last beast. (Impossible, heralded as the bearer of the apocalypse, Seven-Horned Calamity Goat!).
(Three mythical beasts are inside that youth?!) Galaeron shouted inwardly before one of his feet took a step back out of his instinct. He gulped before his shaking hand reached out for his wooden glass.
The jitter made his two generals furrow their brows, but the pounding in their hearts prevent them to say a word to the king.
"That doesn't seem to be an illusion!" muttered Nora as he took one step back with his eyes trembling. (That man, what is he!?) said Nora inwardly before he made a harsh swallow.
