If one's soul reflects the moon
The last participant to arrive was a stranger, and a young one. Zen paid her no mind as he returned Hadama's with his own. yet the Demi-god's eyes quickly returned to focus on the malignant creatures before him. They may be caged at the moment, but he didn't care to let them out of his sight.
Zen silently watched as Sah stepped forward as Hadama released one of the weeds. There was a brief flicker of concern before the hybrid attacked. The younger Demi-god had suspected that the Wild Thunder was a capable fighter, and it seemed that he had judged correctly. The knowledge eased his worry and allowed him to focus on the demonstration. The tangleweed's pain and anger at the Sah's attacks were clear. The air seemed to harm it more so than the fire and something like satisfaction curled in Zen's chest as he watched it suffer with a neutral expression.
Zen silently watched as Sah stepped forward as Hadama released one of the weeds. There was a brief flicker of concern before the hybrid attacked. The younger Demi-god had suspected that the Wild Thunder was a capable fighter, and it seemed that he had judged correctly. The knowledge eased his worry and allowed him to focus on the demonstration. The tangleweed's pain and anger at the Sah's attacks were clear. The air seemed to harm it more so than the fire and something like satisfaction curled in Zen's chest as he watched it suffer with a neutral expression.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
