A few minutes earlier…
While the Magic Parrot was setting the receivers for his arcane energy around the presidential villa with his companions following him.
"Is this truly a wise idea?" The Golden Langur asked.
The Beast King turned to look at one of his best advisors.
The Golden Langur was not fierce-looking or imposing like most of the other Beast Priests. Apart from his golden fur and black face like a normal golden langur, the most distinctive trait of this beast was his intelligence.
Just one look at this beast's face spoke a lot about his intelligence.
His eyes were not feral like most beasts, he seemed to have conquered his primal instincts completely. He was calm and collected.
"Duhkha has to be feared". The Demonic Lion answered.
"You don't have to do it personally". The Golden Langur sighed.
"You are indispensable to our cause and eventual goal, the battlefield is not your calling, your calling is leading us from the dark".
