"Master!" Arin's voice rang in Ashley's head.
The Syril seemed to be oblivious of the voice in its head. It was as if Ashley was lost in the whole process of transforming and her body had been given away to be taken over by a berserker.
The water formed a hole and the Syril stood upright. With its arms apart, it was lifted into the air and back onto the bridge in sight.
By that time, Dante and his men had gone.
"Master!" Arin called once again yet not even a flinch came from the beast.
Its wet feet touched the ground and it started walking slowly. Its gaze kept ahead, and its chin lifted like it was some sort of majestic being. The sound of its wet feet hitting the ground was the only thing that resounded on the bridge.
Thankfully, there was no one on the bridge except for it. Even though she already expected it, Arin was shattered when her relief was short lived.
