"I flew and carried them to the mountaintop where the vultures hang out. We had a feast."
Horror filled Ismael's eyes as he scrutinized Morro's expression. He said all that with a straight face as if it was something normal!
"What are you people...?" he blurted out once again as if he hadn't received a proper answer to this question.
Yes, they were monsters. However, just what sort of monsters?
There were myriads of questions in Ismael's head, but only that question succeeded in escaping his mouth. Until now, he could barely keep himself together, but every time he would hear something like this from them... it gave him goosebumps. This fear that he kept squashing down persistently crept up to his heart.
"I'm a bird." Morro frowned. "I'm not lying."
"Hah..." Ismael furrowed his brows when he heard Curtis snicker, turning his head only to see Curtis take a seat near the open entrance of the tent.
