"Can you still move?"
Raye asked, crouching.
He was glancing at Zephyrus on his right side.
Zephyrus' white feathers and fur were now tainted red with his own blood.
And the mana Raye was feeling within him—
'It's weak.'
Raye frowned.
He glared at the two demons a few tens of meters away from him.
Keeping an eye on them.
And just then, opening his beak—
-I can still somewhat move...
Zephyrus weakly muttered that.
And hearing him—
"..."
Raye immediately realized that he was bluffing, keeping a strong facade.
But even after knowing that—
"That's great."
Raye decided to believe his words.
And with his brows knitted together—
"Protect the others. I'll handle the rest."
He said that, turning to the demons.
And with a weak, but confident nod—
-Okay... I'll let you steal the spotlight this time...
Zephyrus replied to him.
