Landing was never Sezel's strong suit, especially not on the back of a two-meter-long puppet with the aesthetic appeal of a nightmare.
But this time he managed to stick it, hitting the cracked ground hard enough to send a tremor through the broken street—the kind that rang out in eerie echoes, bouncing between gutted buildings that had been abandoned for far too long.
In all honesty, even a dumbass would agree that was a bad move. But Sezel thought differently than normal dumbasses...
'It's a plan, that no dumbass can ever make.'
The silence that was broken because of his landing broke. But still most ignored it—after all, Spirit Realm beasts had bigger problems than a suicidal idiot with a penchant for dramatic entrances.
But not all of them. Some were curious and hungry.
'When are these bastards not hungry, eating is the only thing they do.' Sezel raised side of his lips in visible frustration.
