[Temporal Rewind...]
We return to the moment just after the dust cleared. The village was a wreck, the moon was watching, and three Beast Kings were about to engage in a bloody struggle for survival.
Carik, the Black Tiger, stood in his massive feral beast form, his red eyes glowing with an unnatural, predatory light. He wasn't just a tiger; he was a mountain of muscle fueled by madness.
Opposite him, the unholy alliance formed.
Syris, the fifty-foot amethyst Titanoboa, hissed low, the sound vibrating through the earth. Standing near his tail was Kael, in his beastman form, his golden eyes narrowed as he braced his feet in the dirt.
"Remember, Snake," Kael growled. "You bind him, I strike him!"
"Do not try to order me around, Tiger," Syris hissed back, his voice a lethal vibration.
Carik released a distorted, guttural roar that shook the remaining huts.
ROAR!
