Agmold, Pelian.
GUUM! GUUUM!
"Dear Quintess! What in the world is that?!"
"Aaargh! Run!"
"Why aren't the Capital Knights doing anything?! Why don't they kill it?!"
"It's going to flatten our houses at this rate!"
A great ape moved regally through the wide streets of the capital of Pelian.
Its size was immensely intimidating.
It wasn't an overreaction by the crowds to flee and curse it as they clung to their loved ones, after all, most people were used to attaching the march of a twelve-meter-tall beast to senseless destruction, and in truth, that usually was the case.
It didn't help that the greatest city in Pelian had endured several attacks by the Carven which had been warded away swiftly by the most powerful band of Capital Knights this generation had ever known, propagating the bias further.
Of course, Azila didn't care for the notions that the humans held. He didn't care for their fears or worries.