"Trash," the beast hissed.
Its voice was deep, layered with a harsh, grating touch, like two heavy grinding stones. It pointed its dark bone spear directly at Hide. "You dare interfere with my master's plans?"
Hide froze. Elara, who was rushing over to check on Evelyn, stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging wide open in pure shock.
Beasts didn't speak. It was a universal fact.
The only exception were the Calamity Lords.
"Who... what are you?" Hide demanded, wiping the blood from his chin, his grip tightening on his sword. The humanoid beast tilted its head, its red slit glowing brighter.
"I am a servant," the beast declared. "A loyal blade to the Higher Lord who has claimed this domain. My Master is one of the Seven Rulers of Estopia, and he will soon ascend."
Hide's mind raced.
'Higher Lord.' A B-Rank beast? That would mean a Higher Calamity Lord!
And what the hell was Estopia?
