Zephyros, as Vlorine named it moments before, wasn't just large, it was a titan of feathers and fury, the pinnacle of whatever race it stemmed from.
Mr. Valen's eyes snapped to its form, his brows furrowed, his hair standing on ends at the monstrous form before him as his brain worked to understand it.
«For body size, this thing is about 12 meters comparable to a city bus. Its neck alone spans 4 meters, ending in a head larger than a grand piano. How monstrous that such a thing can fly. Could you help me calculate... No, never mind, I forgot what happened the last time I entrusted such a complex task to you, and yes, I'm saying you're unreliable, you should study more.»
«From what I just saw, its wingspan is 25 meters when fully extended. I couldn't kill it even if I tried, but it could have unknown weaknesses, size doesn't always equate to strength, and its behavioral habits could be exploitable.»
