With a low, ferocious grunt, the white lioness sank her claws into the plaform and then pulled herself up.
Panting roughly, she ignored her wounds and stared at the dead lion she had just met moments ago.
The lion she thought ruled firmly over this domain lay in his pool of blood. With trembling eyes, she turned to the 11-foot black coccoon beside Simba's corpse.
Furious, she brandished her claws and approached the coccoon. She had summoned her pack after seeing the state of Simba's wives.
Luckily, she had incapacitated a blue-haired woman who stayed in the air, raining ice and darkness spells on the lionesses.
With Simba gone, the pride would need a strong leader before a man and Cecilia was ready to assume that position.
The moment she stood before the coccoon, a pale hand with claws that would even scare warriors shot out of the coccoon and wrapped around her neck.
