Then another bubble rose, vanished, and reappeared.
[And go. The more you mix with Beast Masters, the better. If you can sink your claws into their world, know everything about them—you'll be better prepared. After all, just by going to that party, you saw the Drunken Butcher again.]
It was a long message. He replied that he was okay, eyes flashing as he turned to Lyra and the Blue Slime bouncing on her lap.
He gave a nod.
"Let's go."
…!
A smile bloomed on her face.
And her Little Blue Slime bounced excitedly.
Damian's mind held far too much right now.
He was trying to simmer down his rage, trying to control his actions.
Reflecting on how everything had unfolded today, he couldn't shake the thought—if Kitsuul hadn't acted to veil him, everything he'd been working toward might have come crumbling down.
He needed to be more methodical.
He couldn't let rage dictate his emotions.
