Damien had grown used to eyes following him wherever he went, but Galandra was something else entirely.
The moment he stepped through the gates, everything halted. Not because of him alone, but because of the creatures that followed at his heels.
Fenrir padded behind him with silent, predatory calm.
Luton… the slime had found a way to balance itself on his head, humming and wobbling contentedly like the ruins of a battlefield weren't still cooling behind them.
To the people of Galandra, this wasn't just new.
It was unprecedented.
"He's a tamer," someone whispered.
"Not just any tamer though. Did you hear what he did out there? Haldric's unit would've died."
"His connection to those beasts… I bet that's no ordinary skill."
Damien heard them all, and for once, he didn't bother correcting the misconception.
If believing he was a tamer made them comfortable with Fenrir and Luton staying out, then he wouldn't complain. Besides, keeping his summons around made things simpler.
