Black Wind paused for a moment, as if remembering something. The spectral fire in its eyes flickered softly before it lowered its head. Using its ethereal mouth, which seemed capable of touching physical matter, it carefully took the pieces of wheat cake and "chewed" them silently.
Although its current form probably no longer required such mortal food, the ritual and warmth inherent in the act itself were clearly deeply meaningful for them both.
As he performed this familiar yet strange feeding, Roland gathered his thoughts.
Now, one of the prerequisites for advancing to the High Tier Profession of [Ranger] was laid out clearly before him: "Tame one (0/1) member of a Non-human Race to become a 'partner'."
Looking ahead, he knew it would be nearly impossible to find a more suitable or perfect partner than Black Wind—a Nightmare with whom he shared a deep bond, who possessed extraordinary intelligence, immense power, and a telepathic connection.
