Gilgamel gently descended, and the gentle breeze around his boots landed him down to the snow-covered ground with a soft crunch.
He exhaled, surveying the battlefield...
The once-pristine white was marred with blackened craters, scorched patches of ice, and the corpses of Glacial Venom Centipedes, their segmented bodies cracked, burned, and shattered.
From the shadows at his side, Dodo resurfaced, shaking off the lingering traces of darkness. It padded over briskly, its eyes gleaming.
"Woof, woof!" It barked twice, sharp and clear, as though reporting, "Master, all centipedes are dead."
Gilgamel chuckled at the serious tone, reaching down to pat its head, "I know. Good work, Dodo."
A flutter of cold wind brushed against him as Flurry descended gracefully from above, its wings folding in. It perched lightly on his shoulder, tilted its head, and chirped, clearly pleased with itself.
Gilgamel smiled warmly at both of them, "Good job, all of you."
