The monster's fated prey
"It feels powerful. Terrifying. Like we are shedding our skin and becoming something new, something that doesn't fit into the history books. Keep talking! What do you see ahead?"
Lior pushed forward, his movements becoming more fluid, more predatory. "More are coming from the right, but they’re hesitating. Look at them, Aziel. They’re scared of us. The bond is radiating a pressure, a predator’s hum that they can feel in their own marrow. They’re paralyzed by the sheer weight of what we’ve become."