Author's Note: This chapter is in Jambavan's POV, but I will be using his accent only in dialogues to make the reading easier.
The moment Vyaghra's dagger touched Vasrik's knife, the shadow engulfed the two and they vanished from the battlefield.
"It has been a millennia since Ay last had a proper fight." I laughed, grabbed Zarven's hand, and hurled him to the open ground outside the battlefield.
"Show me what the Awakened Sage of this era is capable of!"
Zarven's fat body slammed to the ground, bounced, slammed again, and then bounced once more before he finally stopped himself by stabbing the ground with his fingers.
Bending my knees, I pushed the ground, splitting it open, leapt upward, and reached the open ground where Zarven had landed.
"Are you the Lesser Spirit Beast that fought Theon's army along with that other beast?" Zarven asked, rising to his feet.
"So what?"
