Displeased
Even as the number of winged seahorses continued to pile on in Opungale from the channel that was the Abyss – Stagnant Space – opened by the forty and some Emeradis Summoners, two figures continued to leisurely walk towards their destination as though they were crossing the lovely wet sands of the beach.
The Ode had on a cool smile as he looked up at the millions of flying menaces, some of which were tempted to dive down, but desisted because of the presence of the ancient-looking woman walking beside the crimson-haired young man.
Her presence was too dark, and too vicious. It was much like a scalding vapor, the kind that one couldn't see when water was boiled but could only feel and draw back hastily.
Even these creatures which mostly existed outside the cycle of the regular beasts of Aigas knew danger when they felt it.
"It's working well, isn't it?" the Ode said.