Zhuque's face ran through expressions the way a dying fire ran through its last fuel.
Disbelief first, then calculation, then something that fought very hard against itself and lost, and the losing produced a sound that came out of the pig-faced Ancestral Celestial.
"Oink."
...!
His face was seemingly full of shame!
But...
An instant later, his Ancestral Land caught fire!
The ferocious look that replaced the submission was not performed. It was the genuine fury of something that had been humiliated past what it could contain!
And what came from the burning land was everything the first attack had been and more, the Primum territory pouring itself into offense without the measured restraint of before.
