If there's one thing to be learned from being bonded to an Interstellar Beast, it's that nobody gives you a manual. Not even a "Hey, congrats on the interstellar silver fox, here's how to use her and not to die" pamphlet.
Nope. Just a furry beast, tiny claws, and a telepathic connection that worked better than anything Damian had ever felt before.
Damian was slowly, and steadily learning what it truly meant to be bonded with an interstellar beast.
The way he'd first used Kitsuul's power had been the roughest, most unrefined approach possible. He had known she existed, that she was bonded to him, and that her power had already strengthened his body—made him faster, strong enough to bend metal, more resilient, and harder to break.
But that was all.
He hadn't looked deeper. Not until now- not until this trial forced his hand six hours ago.
Now, he was starting to understand.
