Kro'Han revelled in his newfound dominance over the mortals. The dense aura he exuded overpowered the battlefield without exceptions. Soldiers, once defiant, now lay helpless on the ground, gasping for air.
"Is this your mighty resistance?" Kro'Han taunted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Pathetic."
As Kro'Han said that, a stray bullet hit him in the face. While the bullet failed even to penetrate the skin, the attempt was more than enough to anger the Precursor as he turned to see who was foolish enough to antagonise him.
Kro'Han was expecting a soldier or one of Ashton's summons. Instead, he was a teenager, partially in his werewolf form, barely holding the gun. Kro'Han anger disappeared in a moment as he broke down laughing.
He expected to face a new contender, but what he saw was a mutt. Kro'Han didn't know if he should have praised the boy for his bravery or punished him for his foolishness.
