"Tch, we have not found a single dog since the last three hours," Ichor said, his tone filled with a low, menacing annoyance.
The air around him shimmered with a corrosive heat, a testament to his impatience.
"It doesn't matter to me," Maledictus replied, her voice a cool, melodious hum that was as chilling as it was beautiful.
She flew away with a gust of her bat wings, her elegant form a blur against the cracked, red sky of the demonic realm.
"We should hurry to Ashgar. Only a day is left for the meeting to start." She added, and once again flew away with a flap of her wings.
"Ya, ya," Ichor snorted, a plume of acrid smoke escaping his nostrils, and followed the woman with bat wings.
Sunny, on the other hand, was having a taste of the best sensation he had felt in his entire life.
The sensation of acquiring a new talent, a current of energy flowing through his body, was one of pure, unadulterated joy.
With that, Sunny's talent acquisition was complete.
