'I still haven't gotten to eat human food yet…' Erblim thought with clear disappointment as he flew through the air in his crow form.
His feathers cut through the air like black blades, and the sound of his wings alone was sharp enough to slice through the silence.
Every so often, a stray limb or piece of metal turned into shreds as he passed.
'I have to admit,' he continued, his beady eyes narrowing, 'this mission is starting to get boring.'
He had been hoping for something more interesting.
When Azel's face turned serious, he'd thought they would face some grand foe… someone like Ahrya, or maybe a monstrous beast that could shake the heavens.
Instead, they were wandering through a grimy base filled with half-trained thugs.
It was really disappointing…
Erblim stopped in mid-air, hovering quietly when he realized there was no one left alive to kill.
His sharp eyes flicked toward Ravik, who was standing near a decapitated corpse.
