Immediately, Aren raised both hands to cover his mouth, not realizing the word had slipped out.
He knew about Demigod–Class Beasts…and their temper. His experiences with such a beast were few and far in-between, mostly seeing them from afar. Yet, stories of such catastrophic monsters were well known in the future, of those with such strong tempers that even minor disrespect against them caused them to raze hell.
They were not much different from humans, not really. They talked, they were smart, and could even take on human form to blend in.
But surprisingly, her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before drifting away again. It felt almost similar to Luna back during her days at the school, aloof and…distant.
Sterling let out a quiet breath.
"You shouldn't be out here," she said, though there was no real bite to it. "You're still injured."
