The powerful roar was something from a time when great beasts roamed the world and dragons were nothing but snacks. This was a roar from a time when the lions were truly the kings of all beasts. This time had come and gone, and in truth, no one believed that such an age existed since the current Nemean Lions were nothing compared to how they were described in these legends that now seemed more like fantasy. Even the dragons had no bloodline memories of ever being lower than mere lions.
Still, the Nemean lions were for some reason kicked out of the Beast Realm countless millennia ago. Right now, Wela's father was showing the might that had presumably once shaken all creation. He looked down at the Grand Martial who was now lying in a crater covered in emerald blood.
"Stay down. I will let you live for the sake of your ancestor," said the lion. His words were filled with disdain and hints of fear. This was unexpected for someone as powerful as this lion.
