The moment the robotic eyes locked onto them, Damian could almost feel goosebumps rise across his skin as his senses continued to expand. He quickly turned around, catching sight of the distant red glow.
He shifted his gaze to the blue slime bouncing up and down on top of blue-haired Lyra's head and whispered calmly.
"You take care of the next one since you drew it over."
He nodded at the incoming drone in the distance. Part of him was curious—to see the true extent of other Interstellar Beasts, and how their Beast Masters utilized them.
The blue-haired girl looked toward the approaching predator drone as she was the perfect subject. She nodded, clenching her fists, and called out to the blue slime on her head.
"Little Bluey, fuck that drone up!"
…!
Words that completely didn't match her personality came flying out of her mouth.
