Sometimes, one moved while thinking and planning.
This time, Damian had no thoughts or plans.
He simply moved by instinct, intent on getting an answer today.
He demanded an answer today!
His "WHY" boomed out across the distance, the word carrying on waves of Mana that spread outward like ripples in still water. It crossed the vast stretch of stone between him and the coming surge, traveling faster than sound should travel, arriving at the tide of beasts with force that made the very air tremble.
And shockingly, the eyes of the Inkanyamba in the far distance locked onto him.
Those storm-filled eyes, each one larger than a grown man's entire body, focused on the tiny figure that had dared to shout at a Behemoth. They blazed with anger that transcended simple animal rage. This was fury born of ancient grievance, of wounds that had festered across generations.
ROOOAAARRR!
It roared back in reply!
