Winston opened his eyes, the emotions in his gaze settling down until there weren’t any emotions left.

“Roar—”

The tiger king’s symbolic low growl covered the sound of the rain, of the floating beasts crawling, of the myriad beasts’ cries, and rang out through the forest.

The panicking tiger beastmen and eagle beastmen felt more at ease and quickly rushed toward him.

Winston climbed onto the back of an eagle beastman who was slightly more majestic. “Go to the cave.”

“Screech—”

Irina heard Winston’s voice as well, and her grip loosened. The wooden spoon landed in the soup and splattered soup onto the stone table.

“Ssss—” Curtis slithered up to...