A blood curdling roar erupted suddenly and Sunday jerked his head up.
"Bane, is that you?" Sunday asked only do this mouth to hang down open as he stared at Bane.
Bane's head was tilted to the side just as running steps began to ricochet off the stairs.
Just what was Bane looking at?
'No... I cannot speak out loud. You know that!'
Bane replied, flapping his wings to remain afloat as he kept on gazing to the side of Sunday, that is, to right of him.
And it was because something was coming. Something really really angry!
"Ah, ha, ha, ha," Loud huffed breathing began to resound in the air. Sunday tensed just as he felt a surge of malicious intent surging into the air. The atmospere bean to carry with it, a prickly dense aura of dark, evil sensations. The type he had felt when the demons had surrounded them back in Orun Apaadi.
