The cave wasn't that big. It had enough space for one nest.
There, they found the flying beast sleeping above some vegetation that it had gathered.
It was an owl, a big one. Its feathers were blue and white, and its beak was black.
A marvelous creature. William first sensed the owl's aura. The flying beast was much weaker than William, meaning that taming would be easy.
He gestured for Geneva and Rebo to stay back and let him deal with the creature alone. They did as he told them.
William approached the sleeping owl, his footsteps making no sound. He was like a master assassin. Geneva looked at his movements, and she wondered where he had learned them.
The owl didn't even see it coming. William had a small dagger with him. It was more than enough to give the owl a small cut.
When the owl suffered the attack, it opened its eyes and was ready to strike back, but it was too late. William's demonic energy was inside the owl.
