The massacre was swift, brutal, and thorough. Within minutes, all that remained of Agra's followers were pieces. Piles of ash, charred skeletons, limbs scattered across the blood-soaked ground.
The beasts, their fury spent, their bloodlust sated, turned towards Gaya, their eyes now filled with a… reverent awe. They bowed their heads, a silent acknowledgment of her power, their goddess.
Michael, who'd been watching the carnage from above, activated his X-ray vision, his gaze sweeping over the assembled creatures. He could see it now, the energy radiating from Gaya, a faint, golden aura that pulsed and shimmered, connecting her to the beasts, influencing their actions, their very… being.
It wasn't something he'd sensed before, not with this intensity. It was a byproduct of her godhood, of her connection to the monsters of the realm. It made them stronger, more obedient, more feral.
