I closed the book.
I think I whispered "damn" out loud.
The contrast was intense. From sky to sea, light to shadow, these habitats weren't just locations. They were moods. Emotions. Histories.
And their War Beasts? Not just monsters. They were the stories you're afraid to tell but can't forget.
I expected something heavier—more footnotes, maybe a few ancient curses in the margins—but instead, I got a beautifully illustrated and immersive Beast catalog.
K.P.'s narrative style was clearly written for casual readers, not cloaked in stuffy academia. The way they simplified the descriptions of the War Beasts and their habitats felt more like a storyteller spinning myths by a campfire than a professor droning through a lecture.
Honestly? It was kind of refreshing—not a single footnote in sight.
