"Is that all?" the tentacles advanced against the rain of feathers, their corrupted flesh seeming to mock the silver light.
"Is this the legendary Hunter?"
Zhao's feathers began to fall, their gleam growing dimmer with each passing second. The Hunter of Yano finally seemed cornered, his legendary prowess failing at last.
"Before I kill you," the tentacles pressed their attack while the male drained more mana from the area, creating a vacuum of power, "which Yano noble do you think paid for this mission?"
Zhao cut through three more tentacles, his feathers increasingly scattered. Silent Flight finally vanished, he had to save mana to use it when it would truly give him an opportunity.
"Do you really know?" Zhao breathed heavily, surrounded by both male and aberration. "Or they don't trust you enough to tell you?"
"Silence!" more tentacles attacked. Zhao's last feathers flew to intercept them with desperate precision.
