His eyes flicked over to Shadow, who was still hunched over, recovering from the brutal battle that he had just won.
"You look like shit!" Theovin stated bluntly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Shadow's feathers were matted and disheveled, his once-gleaming beak now dull and cracked.
The signs of the struggle were clear on his body, and Theovin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight.
Shadow flinched at the words, his shoulders hunching even further.
He knew that Theovin was not one to be trifled with, and the last thing he wanted was to be thrown back into the dimension from which he had just emerged.
"I'm sorry." he said timidly, his voice barely above a whisper. He cast his eyes to the ground, not daring to meet Theovin's gaze.
Ignoring Shadow's response, Theovin took two confident strides towards him and spoke in a commanding tone.
