Hand

The night was filled with blood-curdling screams of the demon. Three to four hours passed quickly as the warriors immersed themselves in killing it.

The eastern horizon soon lit up, signalling the arrival of dawn.

Aru was one of the first to feel the gentle warmth of the sunlight. The blizzardwing still carried him on its back as they cruised through the sky.

While the morning sky looked beautiful today, Aru didn't have the time to focus on it. His eyes were still scanning the battlefield to provide help if necessary.

The 90-meter-wide gaping hole in the ground was spewing demons continuously. He couldn't even get a moment of respite during the entire night.

"It has been four hours since the giant demon's hand moved. What is it doing?" He asked the blizzardwing.

The only living thing up in the sky was the blizzardwing carrying him. So, he naturally spoke to it like a 'normal' person.

"If you don't answer, I will turn you into friedwing."