"Master," Black then suddenly changed its tone, observing a slight change of expression on the little beast. Trying to salvage some dignity for the newborn, it spoke seriously. "Maybe it's just a cub. Its current appearance doesn't mean anything. What if it grows into a fierce tiger later?"
Zora looked down at the fluffy little creature, doubt flickering in her eyes. "Let's hope so."
All demon beasts were adorable when newly born. At this stage, you couldn't see fangs, claws, or dominance. Maybe this little thing really would become an earth-shaking existence one day. After all, both Black and White felt that its level was anything but ordinary.
"Do you know what kind of demon beast it is?" Zora asked.
She had seen countless demon beasts in her previous life, but almost all of them were adults. A freshly hatched one like this was outside her experience.
Black and White exchanged glances, then shook their heads together. "We don't know."
