"So that's your trick."
Varkas's gaze sharpened, but then he smiled. "You're not just muscle it appears... Most crumble, you, though… you've got a fortress for a mind."
Lance said nothing. But within, pieces clicked together.
These kind of abilities were not something new to him he had never heard of before, he'd read and heard about abilities like this several times back on Earth, magic and special abilities that enslaved minds and bent wills. Varkas wasn't a beast tamer in the literal sense. He was a dominator. A controller of minds. Beasts were just easier targets.
'Luckily for me, he is either weak… or I am stronger than him.' Lance thought to himself.
As for the two brutes at Varkas' side? Lance could already guess that they weren't there because of their loyalty, they were most definitely puppets.
Lance's voice was calm as he spoke. "You could've ruled much more with that power. But you chose filth and cruelty." He said.
