ROAR!
The Golden and Silver Savages around all found themselves turning their heads, feeling an ominous sensation in their gut—that nasty, disgusting sense when a demon was near—before they began running towards the sound of that violent roar.
From the sky, Mark looked down, his silver savage physique hidden amidst clouds while his wings flapped soundlessly. He could see small figures on the ground—Savages, all nervous and roaring back as they ran towards the Minotaur at the center of a clearing.
As the Minotaur's Soul Sense spread out to cover a thousand meters across this wild forest, Mark smiled. Here it begins, let's see.
His own Soul Sense exploded into the atmosphere, hidden beneath the overt Minotaur.
Oh, quite a lot of Silver Savages, and I can already see fourteen Golden Savages. No, twenty-one now.
