At that moment, a terrifying pressure surged toward the blood-eyed Ancient Behemoth, bearing down like a mountain.
The beast trembled, a flicker of clarity returning to its eyes. It turned its massive head toward the voice coming from deep within the Behemoth Lair and growled in irritation.
"Chieftain, why are you stopping me?"
"Idiot."
A colossal Ancient Behemoth, even more imposing and terrifying, stepped out from the shadows of the lair. Its cold gaze swept over the other beast as it spoke in a low, rumbling voice. "Can't you see we have guests?"
As he spoke, two to three dozen more Behemoths emerged behind him in a steady stream—each one a towering mountain of muscle and fury, their hides a mix of earthy brown and gleaming platinum. The sheer force of their presence was overwhelming.
"Guests?" The Ancient Behemoth who'd been wounded by Seraphina blinked in confusion.
He turned to look at her—and only then noticed the figure standing calmly on her back.
