"You see that?"
Pallas jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the sea of thirty thousand Wolf-Riders, striking a pose that screamed youthful arrogance.
"I have full command over this army," he declared, chest puffed out. "Oh, and don't forget the ten thousand Ogre Berserkers en route."
He leaned in, eyes flashing with challenge. "I'm really looking forward to seeing how you plan to convince me—and my army—to follow your orders."
In front of Orion, Lilith, Elara, or even Kronos, Pallas was a kitten. But here, in front of an 'outsider,' he was a tiger. He was a Bloodline Warrior of the Stoneheart Horde.
Ignoring the fact that Prince Theodore's power level was significantly higher than his own, Pallas let his berserker aura flare, a wave of raw aggression crashing toward the Human Prince.
"It truly is uncanny," Theodore murmured.
He didn't flare his aura back. Instead, he hopped up slightly, reaching to pat Pallas gently on the shoulder.
