Davis's eyes flashed with a weak light as he looked beside him. A woman entered his line of vision and placed her hands on his shoulders.
A second passed before he heard her say in a doubtful, yet worried tone, "You seem fine..."
He noticed her relaxed and bewildered gaze and had at least realised that the other party possessed no bad will against him.
But 'fine' was an understatement.
His soul felt incredibly weak, and he just wanted to take a rest and heal his damaged soul slowly.
This was the repercussion of using his own soul to block the physical prowess of the Ferocious Vulture.
The Ferocious Vulture loudly screeched, quickly approaching Davis even though it noticed the group. Its eyes were still bloodshot, causing it to be not at all bothered by the powerful group.
The woman stood up and pointed at the Ferocious Vulture, "Wind Blades!"
Ten formless swords formed around her, causing the air to vibrate from the sheer intensity of the blades as they rotated.
