The White Tiger was starting to think that something had gone very wrong.
First, there was the fight in front of it. It was already obvious that an anomaly had occurred, given that the formerly weak human in front of it was managing to engage it in an intense fight.
But still, it was confident it would win. It would just be harder than it thought it would be at the start.
The problem was everything else.
Namely… the humans sitting around watching it!
What, how, why, when, how!?
If the humans had the free time to watch it, there was only one explanation for it. It could only be the case that its companions were not fighting anymore.
But, why would its companions ever just… stop fighting? There was only one explanation, and that was that its companions were dead.
What.
Regardless of how impossible that seemed to the White Tiger, it wouldn't doubt its ears. The world had gone strangely silent, the sounds of battle having died down. Now, the only sound was between it and Lily.
