Hundreds of ten-foot gigantic lizards came for my girls. I could feel my hands getting antsy as I asked my battle harem.
'My {Kindred}, can I please assist you?'
But while worry and fear came from my side of our {Kindred} link, my girls were different. Whatever emotions I sent their way were drowned in a multitude of colors.
Anger, excitement, interest, and most of all, battlelust. Each of my girls was like a lioness on the hunt. The sheer intensity of the energy emanating from their links made me question myself. They were not afraid, but rather enjoying the thrill of combat.
'Dearest, please don't do something so boorish. Your turn will come.'
'YEAH! Darling is the star of the show! Let us take care of the small fry! HEHE!''
"As your harem, it is our duty to prepare your stage, Husband. Please trust us.'
'HAHAHA! THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A SIREN! ONWARD MY SISTERS! FOR THE GLORY OF OUR BELOVED!'
