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Fang could sense them now too, more clearly at least. More people in his woods. His. His only. No one else should be a part of his Nature. Gritting his teeth, so much so that his gums started to bleed, Fang would restrain himself. He wanted to end their lives right now.

Deep down, there was a concern for his ever growing bloodlust, his avarice, and his willingness to do things he once considered immoral, and depraved. But such emotions were no longer useful for this godling. He'd realized enough time had passed. Enough of nature's suffering, and needless destruction at the hands of creatures such as these. If only he had realized it sooner, perhaps things would not have gotten as bad as they were now.

"When do we attack, Ella? I grow tired of waiting." The relaxed, lazy drawl he had developed over his life was gone for now, replaced by cold words, and an icy glare in the direction of their prey.

Somewhere, on a plane of existence far from this material realm, a woman began to weep.