Amidst shock and horror, the first day of the hunting gathering thus drew to a close, somewhat haphazardly.
“…….”
It was supposed to be a time for boasting about each other’s catches, cooking fresh meat, and strengthening camaraderie.
However, people hesitated and dared not enter the camp recklessly. This was because of the enormous wolf-dog sitting brazenly in the middle of the camp.
Lick, lick.
The monstrous dog, licking Prince Morres’s cheek with its large tongue, looked as if it might bite off the prince’s entire head if provoked.
Unable to bear it any longer, Masain cautiously approached from the side and spoke.
“Your Highness.”
He still seemed unaccustomed to Max’s appearance, maintaining a fully guarded demeanor.
“That dog… I mean, the divine beast, is it now unable to return to its original form?”
“Hm?”
Seongjin, who had been sitting dazed, half-immersed in meditation until then, finally looked up at Max and scratched his cheek.
“No, that’s not the case….”
The reason Max was maintaining this size was entirely because Seongjin was continuously channeling aura into him. After becoming more distinctly aware of their familiar connection, it had become possible to freely send aura to the dog.
The problem was that Seongjin had realized an…