Meanwhile, in the Black Raven Kingdom.
In one of the training halls that existed exclusively for the King to use, Faxul was standing in front of a Black Raven with his hand outstretched.
The bird was looking at him intelligently with questioning eyes, as if wondering what this man was doing.
A few seconds later, it felt a certain…weakness, as if it had just gotten injured and had its blood taken away.
Over the course of its growth, it had been in much tougher situations. This minuscule feeling of weakness and pain was nothing to it, so it just squawked, indicating its displeasure that the treat it had been promised to come here hadn't been given to it yet.
With complete seriousness, Faxul was examining the Raven, trying to determine whether it was hurt in any way.
He went so far as to ask the Protector Raven to connect with it and check, as he wanted to make damn sure that this technique wasn't doing something untoward to the birds.
