Nobel Needles that Puncture the soul

Aelorin stood amidst the scattered crows, his heart pounding like a war drum. The sharp caw of one pierced the silence, and suddenly, the bird spoke.

[We only found the bodies of the soldiers that were slain.]

The words echoed in his mind. At first, he thought it was an auditory illusion—a trick of exhaustion or stress—but the clarity was undeniable. He stared at the crow in disbelief.

Was it possible? Could he truly understand them?

Turning to his companions, he noticed their lack of reaction. They hadn't heard it. Only he could decipher the cryptic message.

{As a Beast Tamer and a Level 3 Cell, you can now understand many animal languages.}

The system notification glimmered briefly in his mind's eye.

"Uhm, is that so…" he muttered, still grappling with the new reality. As useful as the skill was, time was slipping away, and Arianna's safety weighed on him like chains. He couldn't let anything happen to her—not to his sister.