'How did things turn out this way?!' Sahard cursed internally as he desperately flew away from the battlefield.
The moment the Death Bat summoned the Archons to join the battle, the three Majin Princes knew that they had no chance of surviving the fight, let alone winning.
Staying would be akin to suicide, so they didn't even think about their troops before escaping by themselves.
Sahard had transformed into his true form, a Thunderbird.
This form had a wingspan of twenty meters and a length of ten meters.
It was one of the fastest flying birds in existence, swifter than the Demihuman Roc, Zed.
Unfortunately, it still wasn't the fastest, which brought him to his current predicament.
"You're not too shabby, huh?" Camazotz said as he flew right beside Sahard.
The Death Bat had a devilish smirk on his face as he appreciated the specs of his soon-to-be servant.
