The wound on his stomach still bled, but it was swallowed into the huge body of a white lion so large that the enemies closest to him stepped back by instinct.
A deep roar tore from his throat.
The whole battlefield shook.
The leopard beastman tried to run.
Kian lunged.
His huge white lion body moved with terrible speed. His claws struck the leopard down, and his jaws closed around the enemy's throat before the man could scream. Blood poured over the snow, and Kian threw the body aside like it weighed nothing.
After that, the battle changed.
The defenders, who had almost faltered after seeing him wounded, roared again. Their king still stood. Their king had transformed. Their king was bleeding but still killing.
Osiris saw Kian's lion form from across the fighting and laughed once, though the sound was rough with pain.
