SLASH!!!
Red blood spurted out as Liam's sword cut through a giant tiger.
The tiger, adorned with white fur and draconic wings, split into two and fell from the sky.
Liam, flying, looked down at the many corpses sprawled on the ground. Beside him, the air vibrated as Irys appeared.
Both wore matching combat-appropriate attire.
Liam was clad in a white shirt with a black long jacket, black jeans, and leather boots. Irys wore a similar style, but her shirt was a tank top.
"This should be enough to finish the task," she said.
Liam nodded. "The mission was to kill 50 flying tigers; we've finished one hundred. We can keep the rest."
"You should grill them again, Dear," Irys said, her eyes twinkling like stars, looking forward to it.
Liam chuckled. "You're addicted to my cooking now."
