The tension in the room escalated as Beom, Esme's white tiger, fixed its golden eyes on them, its lips curling back to reveal sharp, gleaming teeth. It was on the verge of attacking, a low, guttural growl rumbling from deep within its chest.
Sensing the imminent danger, Ryan and Jay reacted quickly. Their hands moved in perfect synchronization, and with practiced precision, they hurled small, bottle-like substances to the floor. As the bottles shattered, a powerful, shimmering barrier erupted around the room, designed to protect it from being torn apart by the chaos that was about to ensue.
Beom, undeterred by the sudden shield, roared and lunged forward, its massive form hurtling straight toward Ryan. But before it could reach him, Ray's eagle—his divine beast—swooped in, positioning itself between the tiger and its target. Its wings stretched wide, emitting a loud, piercing screech that collided with Beom's roar.
The sound was deafening.
