In an instant, the weight of the oppressive aura shifted as Lucian emerged from the shadows, his presence like a storm breaking over the Sloth Domain. He stood tall and imposing, a half-Primordial werewolf whose very being commanded the elements around him.
His form was that of a beast-god incarnate, his skin marked with faintly glowing lines that pulsed with elemental energy—crimson like fire, blue as the depths of the ocean, gold like pure lightning.
His eyes gleamed with a predatory intelligence, assessing everything with a mixture of detached curiosity and absolute control.
The other demons gasped, some whispering in disbelief. "It's… it's Lucian! The werewolf from the Beast Continent," Slimy muttered, her voice trembling with awe and fear. "He's rumored to be the most talented among them all."
Yuvo swallowed hard. "But why would he come here… to the Sloth Domain of all places?"
