Lansendel flapped his wings, nervously checking his own body... Really, the old undead is so ruthless! Almost lost it.
It's no big deal if this bit of divine power is gone, but fun, that thing, is far across the vast oceans. Can it be compared with speculating where is more interesting and watching right next to you, keeping up with current events, and being able to intervene anytime?
He absolutely cannot lose such a wonderful life for being loose-tongued!
Learning from the undead tribe's usual style, the enormous Golden Peacock pulled a long golden zipper across his mouth with his wings, dejectedly returning to the lawn to continue lying down... He must be careful, these kinds of words should really be left for Celene to say.
Hill stared blankly at that golden zipper shimmering in the air for a while: The Lord of Dawn really has a good relationship with the undead tribe; he even understands what this gesture means.
