Zell hovered in the air, his ears listening to the battle symphony, the pathetic lives of random humans dying, and the brave cries of those he might once have known.
'Chris, Esmera, you're still fighting in that state...? Haha!'
"Take this, a little gift for all those late-night snacks when I was too poor to feed myself, over 9,000 lives, and you always tried to help, no matter how big or small."
His face was calm, without any change in emotions, only his eyes and lips moving to show his utter jubilation and delight.
'To think you finally got yourself a wife; we cannot let you look uncool now, can we?'
He was like a dancer in the skies—his body began to move around the skies, his red and black wings creating a beautiful trace of light, as countless plumes of flaming feathers were created one after another, his body darting around like a dragonfly on a river's surface.
