Grr!
A cacophony of low growls quaked their ears. With slow, purposeful steps, fifteen lionesses came out from the back of the hundred-meter-tall altar, growling in a deep, low tone.
The aura they emitted pressured the group immensely. Sheila suddenly opened her umbrella. A magic diagram appeared before the team and blocked them from the earth spikes that came for them at a speed that Adar, Drogheda, Azog, and even Cristian could barely react to.
Even Sheila stared at her umbrella with wide eyes. 'What's going on?' she pondered.
She couldn't deliberate on how the umbrella knew of the attack and was able to stop it because the lioness lunged toward them.
Each lioness was over 2 meters tall and had golden brown fur, which matched their dull golden eyes.
