The atmosphere turns crushing—oppressive.
Drakhul's very presence—the energy radiating from his body—is enough to make the dozens of surviving dark elves slowly back away.
~Drakhul… if he's here, then that means…~
Hakuto scans the area—and finds her.
Velune stands at the edge of the flattened ground, cleared by the hurricane Chris unleashed.
Perched on her shoulder, the undead creature, with the look of a cockroach, has wings and a beak resembling those of an eagle.
Due to the chaos of the ambush, Hakuto hadn't noticed secondary details—like the winged undead retreating in panic, flying back to its master, probably to warn her.
«Seven powerful Monster Reapers cornered by a handful of such pitiful creatures… I'm truly disappointed…» Velune mutters, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in disapproval.
~Pitful creatures… pff, easy for her to say with someone that terrifying protecting her…~
