"Auntie Katari," Ozia exclaid, seeing his temporary guardian appearing beside him.
"I can handle it," He said, speaking with the lion language with a slight heavenly accent.
He hovered beside Katari, ignoring the elephant man who scread in pain from having his whole arm sliced off.
Katari stood on the emptiness beneath her, keeping her arms behind her back and her face expressionless. She had barely changed in the last two years.
Her face and skin remained the sa, she didn’t grow taller or hunched. She looked as young as she had always been. The only difference was that there was an air of maturity around her, the kind that one gained through experience.
She was still mostly emotionally unavailable to everyone, but at least it wasn’t that noticeable, especially now that she was beside Ozia, Kael’s first child.
"I should have kept him handicapped from the beginning. I assud you would be able to do more damage to your enemy, I made an error," Katari said with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
She seed genuinely concerned about this as her eyes remained locked on the elephant man who now had vines sticking into his shoulder stump to heal the wound.
Right before their eyes, the blood stopped spilling and the shoulder began to generate new bones and flesh. It wouldn’t be as good as the original one, but it was better than not having an arm at all.
"What do you an by error?" Ozia felt like he had just been insulted. For Katari herself to say that she made an erroneous decision concerning him was disheartening.
"Your other siblings would like to go for themselves. This is joint training Ozia..." Katari started.
"They should go find their own opponents..." Ozia grumbled, then his eyes were opened wide as he realized he had just interrupted Katari.
He looked up to see her face which was still calm. But she didn’t talk anymore, just maintaining her silence.
Floating next to Katari’s humanoid form, Ozia looked very small. He was barely two years old after all. Even his current body size was due to his innate War Lion powers.
"Ozia, am I to assu that one day, you will also interrupt your father when he’s talking?" Katari suddenly asked.
The air beca murkier as a bit of her aura was revealed.
She was still at tier 4, but just a few steps away from tier 5. It was safe to say even extraordinary creatures equivalent to tier 4 lions wouldn’t be her match at her current power level.
"No, Aunt Katari," Ozia said as he looked down, keeping his eyes away from hers. Even though he acted tough and arrogant around others, he still knew his limits.
Auntie Katari was not to be ssed with.
He rembered the punishnt she had given her own daughter, it was brutal. He could only imagine what she would do to him if he ever crossed her. Even his mother would not be able to save him then.
"Very well then. Jeremiah, Alyrat, Wei," Katari spoke to the emptiness beside her.
Space twisted behind her as a mini pocket dinsion was zipped open and out ca three little humanoids just like Ozia.
They each had a small statue which indicated that they were young. They, including Ozia, would have been bigger than this had they been simple ordinary lion cubs.
But they were just like Chloe, each of them was born with a tier 3 power level and their aging was sowhat stalled.
Jeremiah was a gentle-looking child with black and green hair, green lion ears, and a lion tail behind him.
On his head were two stumps, the budding of two horns, a distinct train of Veggie Lions.
Jeremiah was Nalii’s son, the only son. Although lionesses tended to breed more than one cub at the sa ti, the chances of that happening usually reduced as they got stronger.
According to N’bayé, Nalii had actually been pregnant with three offspring, but Jeremiah, in his subconscious attempt to stay alive, devoured his other siblings while they were still in the womb.
As gentle as Jeremiah looked, few people knew that he had a rather dark and extre side that only surfaced when his life was threatened
The desire to live forever. For now, it was just a budding desire and very few lions and lionesses had noticed it.
His diet preferences, Lionheart type, and gentle personality were probably the only things he inherited from his mother.
The second child to co forth was an oddity among the familiars around Kael.
Alyrat, a female humanoid child. She looked a lot like Katari, her mother, and was also the youngest looking among all of them.
Her skin was fair and smooth and her limbs were short and nimble. The odd thing about her was that she possessed four arms instead of two.
Two arms in front and a pair behind her shoulders. The arms were small and proportional to her childish body. The four arms fit her perfectly and added a certain trickster vibe to her being.
She stood on the platform that Katari had erected but felt a bit uneasy.
Even though she was standing beside her mother, she didn’t feel completely at peace. It was a strange mix of feeling safe and also being close to extre danger.
She looked timid and wore her emotions on her face, which was a stark contrast to her mother’s personality.
Her deep brown eyes looked around, observing their environnt. She didn’t seem to appreciate being at such a height above the ground.
However, now that she was here, she had to behave herself, lest her mother punish her again.
The last child to step up beside Katari was Wei, Burdo’s daughter, Kael’s niece, his future consort.
She was bigger and looked more mature than the rest. Though, those traits were overshadowed by her striking light blue skin.
Under the daylight, her light blue skin was very eye-catching among others who had regular skin tones. Just like the others, she also had two small lion ears on her head and a tail behind her.
Only that her tail ended in a small leaf-shaped semi-transparent fin. Her head was filled with oily black curly hair that fell to her little shoulders.
Unlike Jeremiah and Alyrat, Wei actually looked like she wanted to be here. There were a few traces of nervousness on her face and she was ready for action.
Her little blue hands were balled into fists and her greenish-yellow eyes were imdiately locked on Ozia.
Ozia looked at Wei before throwing his head away with a scoff. Wei also looked away after leaving behind her own scoff.
To Wei, Ozia was really the embodint of an arrogant young master, if she even knew what that ant.
Wei herself was entitled but she was also aware of her role in the grand sche of things and hardly tried to overstep her boundaries.
Ozia on the other hand was just too much, and rightly so. Not only was he the son of N’bayé, the king’s highly respected consort, he was also the first son of the King.
But that was just status-wise, Ozia was also incredibly talented and possessed a lot of potential.
Barely two years old and he was already at the tier 4 stage, this was unprecedented and no other cub in Eridoria had ever been able to achieve this.
Chloe said that even in heaven, Ozia would be very exceptional, and this was also due to his unique constitution.
Ozia was a bonafide chira, possessing not just two, but three different sets of abilities.
Yes, Ozia was that rare. In heaven, it was incredibly hard to find a single chira with three powers.
War, Magus, and Ti. Those were the powers Ozia was born with.
Kael was jealous, everyone was jealous. Ozia was the only one to possess Ti powers in the whole of Eridoria.
The only ti anyone had even heard of a creature with the power of ti was during talks about Ma’abu, one of the leaders of the Anti-Primordial Coalition in heaven.
Yet, here Ozia was, as a talented Chira and also possessing the extrely rare power of Ti.
Kael did not have the power of ti, it was a mystery how Ozia got it and who he inherited it from.
However, knowing that his lineage stretched all the way back to Noel himself, Kael figured that a Ti Lion or Lioness had appeared at so point and Ozia had probably inherited it from them.
N’bayé’s fidelity had no room to be questioned.
But besides that, Ozia had every right to be arrogant. He outclassed everyone, including his mother and aunties.
And even though he was better than his mother, he did not hold the sa level of importance in his father’s eyes. At best, Kael treated him like every other child he had, as an extension of himself.
The only one better than Ozia was his father whom he had no hope of catching up to.
The king had already left everyone behind on the journey of evolution.
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