He watched the fight intently. Now, it appeared that the shark-headed creature was an advantage. The tentacles of the lion-headed monster bit and tore into the surrounding water. But somehow, he never found panic in the eyes of that beast.
Strangely, its eyes flashed with disdain and a hint of playfulness.
Ah, a cat… Asher muttered in a low voice. Cats like to play with their prey before eating them. But wasn't this lion-headed beast... ahem... a masochist?
But his eyes slowly fell on the broken tentacles floating on the water. There, he saw something strange. Those broken tentacles seemed to surround the shark-headed beast, but the flow of water was in the opposite direction.
Strange… he looked closely at the tentacles. Then he noticed the broken tentacles moving on their own, like fishes. Slowly, they all turned into miniature versions of that lion-headed monster.