"Can you still stand, Gavin?" Adephagia asked as she propped herself up with the giant knife in her hands.
"Yeah," Gavin replied as he twisted his dislocated left leg to fix it in place. "Never felt better in my whole life."
Adephagia chuckled as she looked at Ahriman who was missing two of the eight wings on his back.
Dark blood seeped out from the Goddess lips as she spat a black feather from her mouth.
"Out of curiosity, what do his wings taste like?" Gavin asked as he stood up with blood staining his robes. His left shoulder had been torn apart, and only his dominant right hand remained, but he was still able to joke around as he endured the pain that wracked his body.
"It tastes disgusting," Adephagia replied. "Just like his soul."