His thoughts were interrupted as the spell activated, draining over half of the queen's mana. The effect? A giant triangular laser shot forth at blinding speed, accompanied by an ear-splitting noise. It struck the purple tiger in dead center. To Damian's absolute shock, the tiger conjured a flimsy purple shield, yet the ancient beastman continued his speech uninterrupted. The tiger's form visibly melting by the second, and the urgency in the ancient beastman's voice mirrored its disintegration:
"You are not made for peace. Peace is a lie, a poison whispered by the weak to chain the strong. You are not weak. You are predators, forged in blood and battle. It is through conflict that we are made whole. They fear us because they know this truth: the beast cannot be tamed.
