Her hand slipped.
The lion's eyes flashed with fury.
With a mighty roar, it snapped its chains effortlessly and leapt toward the crowd—toward Kent.
The disciples screamed, scattering in fear. Some tried activating defensive talismans, but the sheer force of the lion's charge shattered them like glass.
Kent, however, stood still.
His golden eyes met the beast's glowing violet ones.
Then—a spark of understanding.
Just as the lion lunged, Kent lifted his right hand, his fingers forming a strange seal in the air.
BOOM!
A storm-like pressure exploded from him, crackling like a silent thunderstorm.
The lion, mid-attack, froze in place, its body trembling.
Its instincts screamed—this was no ordinary human.
Kent took a slow step forward, his presence commanding absolute dominance. The lion let out a low, rumbling growl but did not move.
Kent reached out.
Instead of using a needle, he extended his bare hand toward the beast's fangs. The watching disciples gasped.
