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Azhara peeked at her from behind a scorched rock. "At least she’s not thinking of that thing. I can’t let that happen before he does it with ."
Akayoroi blinked. "...Wait. That’s a thing?"
"Forget I spoke," Azhara said, facepalming.
The last frogkin scrabbling like a drunk across shattered ground. "I-I CAN’T BREATHE. MY BALLS JUST CURLED INSIDE MY STOMACH!"
Azhara’s mouth went dry. "Okay. That’s... new."
Kai glanced at her briefly.
Her knees buckled.
She quickly sat on a rock and fanned herself with a leaf. "I need to confess... I just had a mont. A very strong, inappropriate mont."
"Focus," Kai growled, voice now deeper, layered like ten voices in harmony.
"I am focused," she whispered. "on every part of your body."
Akayoroi stepped forward. Her eyes glowed. Every inch of her chitin trembled, not in fear but in sothing else.
"Kai..." she murmured. "I think fate sent you here to take my revenge."
The Frog-Man screeched, "What do you think about my evolved looks?! Why aren’t you praising ?", silence struck the battlefield like a lightning bolt made of second-hand embarrassnt.
The frogs’ swampy aura trembled, eager for praise. His bony spines shuddered as if bracing for admiration. His tongue slurped at the air with anxious pride, and the pustules on his neck even glowed a faint bioluminescent pink.
Kai was unmoved, he gave a single blink.
Sha the ant assassin gagged softly. "I think... I just threw up in my own mouth."
Naaro stared in pale horror. "That can’t be real. There is a limit to stupidity. This ugly frog... he wants us to praise him..."
Vel turned to Akayoroi, eyes wide. "Did his eyes just wink?"
Akayoroi twitched, antennae flickering. "I... I can’t take it anymore. Goddess, preserve us. Save our eyes from this disgusting appearance."
Azhara blinked twice, then tilted her head. "I’ve seen swamp beasts with three asses that looked better."
Kai just cracked his neck again. The pop echoed like a gunshot.
The Frog-Man jutted out his swollen tongue. "You dare not admire this?! I am perfection molded in mucous! A living god among toads!"
The lone surviving frogkin, still playing dead in a puddle of despair, dared to peek up. He thinks, "Honestly, Master... Your form has given us nightmares for years. Uh... no frog woman wants to be with you, Because of your ugly looks."
"SILENCE, YOU FILTHY ANTS!" the Frog-Man bellowed, mucus splattering in every direction.
Akayoroi, now visibly disturbed, muttered, "He just sprayed on himself. That’s self-harming aura leakage."
"Is he proud of that tongue?" Vel whispered.
"He whipped it like a sad tentacle," Naaro added.
Azhara squinted. "I think his belly just blinked. Is that... an eyeball on his stomach? Ugh... I want to vomit."
It blinked again.
Azhara scread. "I can’t look directly at him anymore," Sha groaned. "It’s like staring into a cursed flesh."
Kai took one step forward. The ground cracked. All voices stilled.
His claws flexed.
"Your evolved looks?" Kai repeated, voice low like smoldering coal. "You look like a fungal cyst with self-esteem issues, you got shit inside your head instead of brain."
The Frog-Man froze.
"You look like a... soone mixed all types of shit together and applied it on your body."
Akayoroi choked on her own gasp.
"You look like sothing that crawled out of a frog’s rear end, got rejected by the leech queen, and decided to cosplay as their shit."
The Frog-Man’s eye twitched.
"...And you sll like fernted regret."
Azhara lost it. She collapsed into the mud, wheezing.
"SIR—PLEASE! I CAN’T—STOP! I’M LAUGHING MYSELF INTO DEHYDRATION!"
The Frog-Man roared in humiliation. "ENOUGH! YOU DARE MOCK THE TOAD PRINCE!? I AM THE SWAMP’S RIGHTFUL RULER!"
"You are a mucus balloon with licking issues," Kai replied dryly.
Even the lizard in the bush reappeared briefly just to nod and then vanished.
Kai, still radiating power in his Apex Monarch form, stared at the monstrosity across from him with the expression of a man trying to decide whether to squash a bug or take a shower.
The Frog-Man snarled. "This is the pinnacle of swamp evolution! My aura is pungent enough to kill birds in mid flight!"
In the distance, a small bird dropped dead midair and slamd into a branch with a sad plonk.
Kai’s eye twitched. "Congratulations. You’re a biological war cri."
"Is that a barnacle growing out of his ass?" Azhara asked, craning her neck.
"No, that’s his fourth tongue," muttered Vel. "I think."
Akayoroi’s antennae twitched violently. "He looks like... a cursed mating doll made by so drunk larvae or sothing."
"I still say he tried to copy Kai," Sha whispered. "And failed. Badly. But why is my body getting hot looking at Kai? I am feeling itchy, down there. No... am I becoming a concubine in his harem?"
Vel whispered back, "It’s not a bad idea, he is so strong and handso. But we have a responsibility to our queen. We can’t think about man."
The Frog-Man’s aura pulsed. He stomped forward, the earth cracking beneath his warped feet. "ENOUGH MOCKERY! I will—!"
Before he could finish, the log behind him aka pretending to be dead frogkin squealed. "I’M JUST A LOG! PLEASE, START THE FIGHT. How long will you drag it? My body is feeling sore."
Kai took another step forward. The swamp hissed. His aura pushed outward like a wall of molten force.
The Frog-Man raised his claws. "You dare insult the heir of the Grizzle-Muck Cult?!"
"You dare call that a cult?" Kai retorted. "You’re a walking biology error with a fetish for leech juice and ass-licking rituals."
"I TOLD YOU THAT WAS SPIRITUAL!" the Frog-Man shrieked, shaking.
Kai’s glare darkened. "You did it in front of your others."
"...They were trainees!"
"Your aura slls like fernted regret."
The Frog-Man roared. His aura exploded outward in swampy waves, but Kai stood firm. His obsidian form shimred, regal and terrifying. Every spike, every vein of molten energy, radiated primal royalty.
Kai slowly raised a claw. The air split. A low, haunting hum followed. His aura surged.
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