Deep in the Tremur Forest…
Karima's Territory.
Karima was glaring at what looked like a huge, box-shaped mirror with edges that spat out golden sparks; these sparks were excess bits of Divine energy. On the face of the mirror, the aerial image of a four-armed humanoid in a dazzling silver armour and diamond robe facing off against a man in a black robe could be seen.
The bat-faced guardian beast's face was contorted – more than it already was naturally – with rage. His eyes drank in the sight of the blackened forest which was depicted sparingly on the mirror.
He couldn't believe how much of it was obliterated in such a short span of time.
"The gall!" he barked with veins throbbing on his temples. "How dare they use our home as a battleground?!"
"Calm down, Karima," Erlton said with a strained face. "What's more important is the safety of all the beasts that reside in the forest. You can always relocate."
