Sol shrugged casually, his hands tightening on her hips as he continued his steady rhythm inside her, completely unbothered.
"It's just a small trick," Sol replied smoothly, his crimson eyes gleaming with easy confidence. "Beasts like these are simple-minded, Zeyra. They fear the strong and bully the weak. Once they realize they're standing in front of a predator that owns the domain, their spirits collapse. When the fear is absolute, their instincts do the killing for you.
We just happen to be the powerful ones."
Zeyra listened to his words, processing the explanation through the lens of a primitive world governed by spirit essence, layer tiers, and absolute strength.
To her, it kinda made sense. Higher-layer warriors possessed terrifying spiritual pressure; if a warlord's aura could make human elders drop to their knees, it stood to reason that a monster like Sol could crush the primitive minds of wild beasts until they destroyed themselves.
