Chapter 4081 – Weeds of Chaos (Part 2)

At that moment, young Manohar was fully absorbed in studying the little Tyrants—their shapeshifting tricks and their repeated attempts to escape the Doomslayer crib by taking flight. He could easily mimic their claws and fangs, but he knew they’d be all show, no power behind them.

His body still had the mass of a toddler, and without plants reinforcing his movements, he had the mobility of a sack of bricks. What truly captivated him, though, was Orikan’s and Jirya’s ability to fly.

Marth’s son had already grasped the principle of propulsion behind it. Even knowing he couldn’t reproduce it, Manohar the Second couldn’t look away from the twins.

He was brilliant for a baby—but still a baby. The colorful sparks the two Tyrants released dazzled him, sending him into nonstop giggles.

“Ba!” Elysia declared, instantly sparking a quarrel among the babies and forcing Shargein to hush the crib.

The tall, bearded man wore the same expression his father did whenever he was about to say something important, and the Wyrmling wanted to hear it.