"They have an Immortal?" Ibadon asked, his large head tilting to the side with wonder.
His dull red eyes revealed that this information had riled him up a little, but not so much that it upset him too much.
He had killed immortals before. What was one more added to the mix?
"Yes, I saw her with my own eyes," The Primordial Cat said as he narrowed his glowing white eyes.
The Primordial Cat was in his humanoid form, standing calmly and casually with his arms folded with a nonchalant vibe around him.
His skin was fair and clean, as though he had never experienced any serious battle in his life. Those who knew him personally would say otherwise. Soft creatures don't become immortals, they don't.
His face was round and he had big eyes like a cute baby's. His face on its own was amplifying the narrative that he was really a soft person.
