'Working?! Working towards what?!' Ren screamed internally, her panic reaching a fever pitch. 'At this rate, Syris is going to lose his temper and rip Altair's head right off his neck!'
[System: Just wait a moment longer, Host. I promise you, you will thoroughly enjoy this fight. Grab some popcorn.]
'Enjoy it?!' Ren mentally shrieked, her green eyes wide with terror. 'How could I possibly enjoy a brutal, bloody fight to the death between two of my own husbands?!'
A small, desperate part of her had genuinely hoped that the natural, biological hierarchy of the Beast World would kick in. She had hoped Syris would be instinctually afraid of the giant eagle, forcing the stubborn Snake King to immediately compromise and accept Altair's presence.
While Ren didn't think Altair was a naturally violent beastman with much interest in fighting, she was absolutely certain that if he had to, he would unleash his strength without a second thought.
