Kin Of The Centaur.

They had him surrounded.

A spike of Aeter led them to this location, and the group of elite Centaurs came rushing forth, weapons drawn and blood boiling.

Their hooves thundered through the terrain of dead soil and glaring sun. Their brows furrowed in concentration, hiding their anxiousness deeply behind features twisted in violent intensity.

As they grew closer and their legs devoured the distance between them and their target, the Centaurs broke formation and took another.

Their crosshairs zoomed onto a collapsed Centaur. A child he was, a kin of theirs, lost to a savage world that he was too young to face.

But there was another that drew their attention. At first glance, it seemed like a feral beast, a relatively strong one at that. It blocked Jonas from their sights, seemingly securing its prey from any contestant.