Matilda's eyes opened wide as she looked at the massive golden palace of the Rakshasa. Towering wall of ivory stone and radiant gold, countless domes and towers riddled with siege weapons, and the loud beastial howls filling the air.
Standing guard in front of the golden gates were two tiger people like her, only those two were more beastial with tiger head fur covering their bodies. Each of them held a black spear and started forward with burning malevolence in their eyes. Just looking at their towering golden bodies striped with black onyx made Matilda understand one thing.
Beast people are just an inferior version of the dreadful hunters of hell.
As if sensing her gaze, one of the Rakshasa spoke. "A mortal? How curious, I do smell the sultan on you. Strange."
Sara walked in front of Matilda and pulled her claw necklace. "We're on a mission, by the Sultan of the Rakshasa, Lady Maharaja." She gulped as their gazes grew sharper and their eye burned with evil bloodlust.
