The two little dragons circled above Si Yan's head, buzzing and trembling, their bodies faintly flushed red.
Si Yan witnessed round after round of fierce battles, a complex feeling swelling in her chest. The Beastmen's pain, their roars, their indomitable spirit, their fighting will—it shook her to her core. It also made her finally, thoroughly feel that she belonged to Beast World.
When she first transmigrated to Beast World, she didn't have much of a sense of belonging. No cell phones, no computers, no Sprite or Coke, no pure cotton underwear, and even brushing her teeth was a hassle. Not a single familiar face; it was a thoroughly strange world.
