Shye found the reactions of the familiar spirits quite amusing and glanced at his own familiar.
Zeth, eager to impress her master, held her head high, clearly proud of her reputation.
'Hmph! At least these weaklings know their place. If they choose to challenge me, I'll make their deaths quick and painless,' she communicated telepathically, almost making Shye chuckle aloud as if the situation weren't dire.
However, shortly after, Shye noticed an important point.
'Hey, Zeth, can't you speak out loud like them?'
'Hmph! Naturally, I can't. I've ascended multiple times, losing the ability to speak in a mundane way and instead gaining the capacity to resonate on a higher level with my master and future ones. These weaklings, on the other hand, have no choice but to open their mouths and let their spit fly clumsily as they try to communicate their thoughts.'
