The atmosphere inside the tent grew more heated at Lion King Goron's words.
"Fenri, enough with your ridiculous caution."
Goron's voice echoed through the tent, making even the pale flames in the brazier flicker.
"Apocalypse threw us Beastfolk here to conquer!"
"And that human who killed Tiger God had better stay hidden inside his shell!"
"Otherwise, I'll twist his head off myself and offer it to Tiger God's spirit!"
Seated on the other side, Bear God, as massive as a small mountain and covered in coarse brown-black fur, rumbled in agreement.
"That's right. Goron's right. First we smash that shell, then we turn this land into our hunting ground!"
Wolf Lord Fenri's silver brows drew together. He wanted to argue further, but Goron cut him off with an impatient wave.
"Enough. I've decided!"
"The entire army—"
Goron never finished.
Without warning, a voice so calm it was almost indifferent sounded inside the tent, reaching every Beast God clearly.
"You want to avenge Tiger God?"
The tent fell deathly silent.
Divine Might erupted from the three Beast Gods as they searched for the source of the voice.
Goron's golden pupils contracted. He whipped toward the deepest shadow in the corner of the tent.
The shadow seemed to come alive. A human figure stepped out of it, as though he had been standing there all along and had only now decided to let them see him.
The newcomer wore a simple black coat. His face was calm, and no earthshaking energy radiated from him, yet all three gods felt an instinctive sense of danger.
Wolf Lord Fenri's silver fur stood on end. He recognized that presence.
It was the presence that had erased every trace of Tiger God from the level of law itself.
"You!"
Lion King Goron's shock lasted only an