Fate Unfulfilled 3
The redhead crooked her head, watching them fly towards the head of Soleater, which was toying with a war tank as if it were a small toy car. Her face was solemn, eyes a little sullen. The human felt cold sweat drip down his hurt body.
Something was wrong. Maremalle was not the type to make such faces. Kyrie swallowed with a sense of wrongness nesting in his stomach. Ouro dropped him safely on the top of Soleater's head as she landed by his side. "Hey, Kyrie. We need to speak. Alone," Zillia demanded, her voice heavy, shouldering a heavy burden. Ouro opened her mouth to speak but Kyrie stared at her, shutting her up. The Valkyrie nodded and got out of the way, moving inside Soleater through its hatch.