Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Flames Ablaze I

With a steady motion, I lifted Imara from the depths, with the Bonfires below, suspending her among the branches of the towering tree.

Her expression radiated peace and tranquility. It took meticulous planning and precise decision planning that led to this pivotal moment I had planned.

I waved my hand, and as the illusion dissipated, her smile waned, replaced by a puzzled expression. She turned to me, seemingly on the verge of speaking, but I preempted her, my tone tinged with frustration.

"You've barely given me a chance to speak all night, and it's been bothering me. I am quite upset with you, Imara..." He turned his head sideways, his eyes squinting as he regarded me.

I noticed his nose flare as he heaved out a sigh. "I went to great lengths to create this moment for us... to have a conversation. For you to listen to me." He spoke in a slow, very deliberate, and exasperated voice.

With his hands folded behind him, I became acutely aware of his towering stature looming over me. As his shadow dominated in height from the gleam of the moon behind him, stretching even larger than his already imposing figure.

I looked up at him in shock, wondering what he meant by this moment for us. Had he lost his mind? Was he willing to escalate things into an all-out war between him and my mates just to reach me?

With a scoff, I rose to my feet, regarding Wilbard as if he'd lost his mind. Did this Ape fancy himself some sort of Don Juan?

"And it's going to stay that way. I couldn't care less or give a damn about what you have to say or how you feel, Mr. Ape King!"

With a tone of great irritation and a wild gleam in his eyes, he interjected, "I wish you'd cease calling me that! For the first time in my life, I detest hearing it. It's Wilbard, my dear..." He whispered with great restraint in his voice.

As he turned his head towards me, the moonlight gleamed across his hair, casting a striking glow reminiscent of lightning.

Chills thundered and lighting raced across me an an unknown and dangerous vibe emanated from him.

Wilbard's demeanor was giving me Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde vibes.

My heart skipped a beat as I quickly glanced downward, not wanting to take my eyes off him for too long. When I looked up again, another chill ran down my spine. It was pitch black, devoid of any signs of the bonfires or the others.

Just endless land and trees stretched out before me, as far as I could see. Where was everybody? Where were my mates? My gaze snapped back to Wilbard, my defenses fully up.

"Where the hell are we? What did you do? Where are my mates?" I demanded, my hand instinctively reaching for the blade strapped to my thigh, coated in snake venom. My mouth went dry as I struggled to keep calm and think rationally, my heart pounding a million miles per second.

She took a defensive stance against me, and I looked at her astounded. "Imara, don't treat me like this. Do you really believe I would harm you? I would never do that," I said, approaching her with my hands up.

I was utterly convinced that Wilbard had descended into madness. His words sounded like something a stalker or someone obsessed would say. As he advanced with his hands raised, seemingly harmless, I remained skeptical. His next words only deepened my unease.

"You're safe with me, Imara. No true harm could befall you anyway... I've come to learn your value surpasses even that of emeralds," he declared, his voice tinged with excitement and his expression filled with awe, leaving me feeling nauseous.