Atop the great mountain from where everything was visible beneath, Amael stood with a straight back at the edge of the cliff, his deep crimson eyes that shone like two pairs of rubies scanned everything in the distance with a silent but sharp gaze.
Behind him, Crimson Wings stood with a stiff body, his gaze watching the proud and wide back of Amael's without daring to utter a single world in fear he would offend him or make him angry.
Time passed relatively slowly and in stillness. The wind blew from time to time from all directions, filling the lungs of the two with fresh air that made their minds calmer while making their seemingly tense muscles relax a little.
"Hm?" after remaining silent for close to half an hour, Amael's gaze suddenly turned toward the east and his eyes narrowed slightly.
