Thetis’ flinch at his master’s enraged roar was minimal, a mere twitch of the eye. Tyrannus slashed the stone wall of his throne room with a swipe powerful enough to send a puff of rock dust into the air, and Callid squealed and conked his heads together in a wild attempt to cover all four ears.
“You’ve lost seven warriors to children!” said Tyrannus, stalking toward Thetis with runners of drool hanging from his jowls, yellow fangs bared. “You dare show your face here, standing proud and tall before your king?”...
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