The voice appeared for only an instant before it vanished.
By the time Heine's senses closed in on the feather, it had already become utterly inert.
It was as if this guy had been holding back his entire life, just to let out that single cry for help.
Once spoken, that was the end of it.
Seeing more and more dwarves surrounding him, Sabellia Lightwhisper shouted in desperation:
"Help! I am the Son of Wind, Ilai Element! Quickly, get this damned skeleton away from me!"
This was his last chance.
After all, this "alias" of his held a significant identity in Eagle Wing City.
Under normal circumstances, this tactic might have been effective.
But those who would've easily believed him and Jinya had already become undead.
Everyone present was from Bronze Fire Street and had never recognized this Son of Wind who appeared out of nowhere.
Besides, with only a wisp of the Holy Beast Ilai's soul remaining, they weren't about to buy into his tall tales.
