"Damn you, human! How dare you kill my son!"
The announcer's roar tore through the arena like a thunderclap.
The sound echoed, shaking the very walls and sending a ripple of unease through the lion-beast spectators.
Dust fell from the stone columns, and even the ground beneath Grey's feet trembled.
But Grey barely flinched.
Instead, he raised an eyebrow, his expression more annoyed than afraid.
"Son?" he muttered, furrowing his brow.
The word hung in the air, heavy with implication, but Grey's reaction was far from what the anyone would expected
He wasn't shocked by the reveal.
He wasn't guilt-ridden.
He didn't even care.
If anything, Grey looked mildly confused, his head tilting slightly to the side.
What caught his attention, was the announcer's sudden ability to speak a language he understood.
That was new.
Up until now, every roar, growl, and snarl had been incomprehensible.
