Five months later.
Time seems to be passing so slowly these days.
There were times in the past when decades and centuries would pass in the blink of an eye, and many long-lived creatures wouldn't even notice.
Now, time seemed to drag on endlessly forever and ever. Each day felt like its own year with so much happening all at once.
A week hardly passed without someone hearing about the lions or one of their vassals doing something crazy.
*CLANK!*
Ozia clenched his left fist, allowing the metallic surface of the prosthetic arm to clash against each other.
*BAM!*
His fist clashed with the furry face of the Primordial Badger, sending him flying and crashing through multiple planets.
Ozia's face was cold; some strands of his dreadlocks came over his face, creating shadows over his rune-lit eyes.
The Primordial Badger, having just been on the receiving end of such a powerful hit, was blasted through the crust of a planet.
