A few more minutes passed and Atticus still did not return.
[Hm... Is he actually dead?]
Berkah stroked his chin, and considered the possibility that Atticus might have actually been already defeated.
[He didn't really strike me as the type but... What if he's escaping?]
Berkah considered the other possibility and was filled with urgency.
"Tch! I can't let that happen!"
*Flap!*
Berkah beat his pitch black wings and flew in the direction which he propelled Atticus.
*Fwosh!*
He hurridly tore through the air, he had absolutely no intention of letting Atticus leave this place alive.
*Bzzt!*
He imbued his wings with lightning and increased his speed, his eyes frantically searching for Atticus.
[Hm? What's that?]
Something finally caught Berkah's attention in the far distance.
He narrowed his eyes and saw what resembled the shadow of a fast moving object.
