The Torama, Forvalaka, shifted uneasily, his massive paws noiseless on the marble floor. His tail twitched back and forth, displeased or restless, it wasn't entirely clear.

Don't take it lightly, he said, voice deeper and lower than any human's might be. Barghest was right. That creature is older and meaner than you might think.

Wonderweiss nodded, burying his fingers in the thick, greenish-blue fur of his mane. He could feel its reiatsu, old and deep and vast, leaking in through the gaps in the door, seeping through stone, infiltrating everything. Its displeasure was just as palpable.