"Warden, something's happened!" A man in a black suit with black wings on his back sped over from the distant horizon.
The Warden's hand, which had been stroking his godfather, paused. His expression suddenly darkened.
"Crow, I told you, I hate it most when people interrupt me while I'm talking to my godfather."
Crow's face changed drastically. He hurriedly flew down from the sky and dropped to one knee.
"Please forgive me, Warden. The situation is truly urgent. Just now, more than half of the Twelve Beast Tamers were killed or wounded. The One Hundred and Eight Beast Heads and the Mutated Beast army have also suffered devastating losses."
Crow spoke at a rapid pace, terrified that even one word too slow would cost him his life.
The Warden narrowed his eyes, his tone indescribable. "So you interrupted my conversation with my godfather over something so trivial?"
Crow raised his head in shock. The Warden's gloomy profile entered his sight, and fear instantly spread through his entire body, making him tremble uncontrollably.
He hurriedly tried to explain, but by then, the Warden had already walked up to him. A terrifying shadow enveloped him.
"N-No, Warden. For some reason, Apocalypse's offensive has grown stronger. If this continues, the Zoo may... Ah!!"
A large hand wrapped in bulging veins clamped tightly around Crow's throat and lifted him off the ground.
The terrifying force made Crow's neck emit an overloaded creak as his cervical vertebrae began to fracture.
Unable to circulate, blood pooled in Crow's face. Tiny capillaries began to burst, and his terrified face swelled crimson, veins standing out across it in a particularly grotesque sight.
The Warden stared at him coldly. "What will happen to the Zoo? Are you saying the Zoo will lose? Heh heh..."
A suppressed laugh squeezed from