Kapitel 91: mistakes of a servant 3

'It seems that one has slipped past the erected defenses of my previous priestess, I am still to young without anchors.'

Each word spoken from between; the fang filled mouth of the beast still leisurely lying with its head upon paws and long triangular ears perked swivelling slightly. From between the fang filled mouth a trail of cold air escaped, within that air was the twisting power of lightening the colour of gold, adding to the legion of voices spoken from between its lips, its prison could only groan and shake, while the countless chains rattled. 

The Gyros that had slipped in was a mere minion, but the fact it has already produced a brood of intelligent young is worrying.