" Mors, I wanted to ask this all day. What were you talking about... I mean the things about memory?" Ossa inquired, removing a green core from the corpse of a night owl.
Those creatures never seemed to stay away from him; every night owl he crossed paths with always fought him.
[ You will want to sit for this ]
Ossa's eyes flickered in confusion, unable to understand what the system meant.
Curious, he headed back to Bel and the omega's side, as it seemed the conversation would be a long one. Thus, he thought it wise to return.
...
The galaxy of stars twinkled like fireflies stuck in the sky, their luminance bathing the Savannah Ossa and his group found themselves in.
"Okay, I am seated," he said as he sat beside Bel, the sleeping girl using his windy femur as a pillow.
Ossa had excused the omega so that she could have her own hunt while he took care of Bel, while conversing with the system.
