...They hadn't ever regretted a decision with such intensity before.
But these Beastkin were Sage cultivators. Their grip on emotions was strong. Gears turned in their mind and after ruling out the possibility of convincing Ember, another idea began to take shape.
A ruthless glint shone in the eyes of all in understanding as they shared glances.
The Leader quickly caught onto what was going on in their minds. Chuckling darkly, he spread his arms, "Try all you want, you won't be able to touch a single hair on her body."
Startled, a few of them looked away while others hid it behind an innocent mask.
"What do you mean, Leader?" A lady with deer antlers blinked as if she was oblivious to everything conspiring in front of her.
"Drop the act, all of you." His voice thundered in the room, but he wasn't angry this time. The tone of his voice, though, was even more sinister than before.
