Fenrir's gaze moved back to the small hamster-like creatures, now huddled together, trembling slightly. Despite their strange aura, they looked terrified.
He lowered the crowbar and spoke softly.
"I'm not here to hurt you."
He gently pulled the box's flaps open wider to let in more air and light.
The creatures didn't move at first, but then one of the small ones chirped, almost as if testing him. When he didn't react violently, the others relaxed slightly.
He could feel their energy. They were low-level monsters, but sensitive to mana.
They could detect his aura—his control. They weren't attacking because they recognized he wasn't a threat.
'They're intelligent enough to feel fear. That makes this even worse.'
Fenrir stepped back, eyes cold.
These people were exploiting creatures that belonged to another ecosystem, ripping them from dungeons, from their homes, and caging them like animals.
