Battle of aura

The knights opened their mouths to reply, but before a single word could escape, the answer revealed itself.

Emerging from the darkness, its massive frame illuminated by the flickering firelight, was a beast unlike any they had ever seen—a lion, its golden mane shimmering under the faint moonlight. But this was no ordinary lion. It stood over six feet tall at the shoulder, its muscles rippling with every step. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural intensity, a piercing gaze that radiated both intelligence and menace.

The knights stumbled and fell back, scrambling to hide behind Jolthar and the others. The lion came to a halt a few meters away, its gaze locking onto Jolthar with an intensity that seemed almost human. The knights drew their weapons, their hands trembling as they faced the beast, but Jolthar motioned for them to stay back.

The air grew heavy, the forest falling unnaturally silent as the lion and Jolthar stared at each other.