Kyle blinked as his mind was unexpectedly bombarded with a barrage of curses. Within the cacophony in his head, he recognized a young female voice...
The voice was undeniably familiar, and despite the curses aimed at him, he found himself devoid of anger, almost as though he had become accustomed to the same voice cursing in his head. His eyes shifted to the crimson bird, which fell silent as their eyes met. The bird's round crimson eyes held a unique blend of blue and pure golden hues, but they quickly turned tearful, punctuated by a loud hurrmp.
He was distracted when the back of his hand, clutching the demon woman's wrist, started to shine. As they both looked down, a bright symbol manifested above his hand. It quivered and then broke into various pieces that scattered into the air. When the symbol dispersed, it felt like a barrier had been broken, as intense emotions, not his own, flooded Kyle's mind.
