"Our first target is him."
Kig tapped the hologram.
"Battlebeast."
The projection rotated slowly — a broad figure, heavy built, the kind of frame that suggested it had been in a lot of fights and come out of all of them.
"He's a high god, same rank as Nibbleskin. But his danger isn't just raw strength. He's a martial artist — his entire fighting style is built around something called energy splicing. He reads a fight as it's happening and adjusts. Fast."
Kig was bald, built solid, and spoke the way someone speaks when they've given a thousand briefings and stopped wasting words somewhere around the five hundredth. He was one of Victoria's generals. A high god of the Wereboar race.
He had seen worse than Battlebeast.
He still wasn't taking this lightly.
