The pigeon's words, as usual, were comically jarring, harmoniously discordant, and downright silly.
Yet now, it was an undead bird engulfed in ghostly flames, its semi-transparent flesh enveloping bones and tendons streaming with fire. Its cries were interspersed with crackling booms, like the wails of wronged spirits seeping out when the gates of the underworld swung open.
As it turned out, there often wasn't much distance between the bizarre and the bemusing.
The spectral flames continued to burn around Duncan, and he watched three heretics vanish before his eyes, not daring to ascertain the principles behind the process.
He only knew that this was "Ai Yi's" ability.
Several seconds later, after confirming that the three heretics were truly unable to return, he slightly tilted his head to inquire of the pigeon on his shoulder, "... Where did you send them?"
