"Go on, Grape, go find Kevin," Lyle watched the little creature swiftly dart away, its flight path wobbly as if it could crash at any moment, yet its speed was remarkably fast, almost as if it were fleeing from a disaster.
The Ominous ability, fear control, was still too potent for Grape. Although the Mental Impact was stronger on creatures with more complex brain structures, fear, being one of the earliest negative emotions mastered by life, had a damage bonus on all living things. During the casting, Lyle was worried that Grape would not withstand the fear and would die suddenly; he chose the least output that could carry the message, fortunately, she had made it through. Watching the wobbling bearer of hope disappear from his sight, Lyle finally felt at ease. Kevin's luck would surely bring Grape into his hands, at the very least, my message would be passed on.
The slender figure moved forward in the darkness; Lyle needed to return, Beatrice needed his blood.
