Chief walked to the edge of the ink-formed platform and spat a curse.
"Damn – this thing is too big."
The beast below answered with the slow, wet churn of a thing that could breathe both land and water. One of the subordinates' voice cracked: "We are in its attack range."
Kiaria stepped forward, calm as a knife. "Elder Mu Li, tell me if you need help."
Mu Li's reply was softer than the chaos warranted. "Little Patron, you have done enough for us. Think of yourself this time."
But before Kiaria could argue, Chief cut in, voice low and hard: "Patron – let him do what he wants. If you look with that vision of yours, you'll see what I mean."
Kiaria closed his eyes for a breath and let the monochrome veil unfurl.
