The eagle soared into the sky and disappeared in the night. The Robin looked up into the night sky, not looking away until a long while later. He scoffed.
"He’s gone?" A figure walked silently out of the shadow of a tree behind him. He gazed in the direction Malpas disappeared with mock interest. "The demon transformed from his shell and was given an aetheric body by the natural catastrophe. From a certain aspect, ‘omnipresent’ is not an empty word. It’ll be more convenient now that you have this. Ring the bell and he’ll immediately descend from thousands of miles away. Fast and speedy. Seems like the lord truly trusts and loves you, my priest."
The Robin glanced at him. "Naberius, you’re late."
Naberius was a middle-aged man. The hair on his temples was graying and his hands were stuffed in his sleeve cuffs. He looked like bookish scholar—not a bit like a dark musician.