Meeting Isolde across the vast desert was certainly unexpected. It was thanks to Cinder that Azrael had managed to locate her.
Was it incredible fortune… or a harbinger of misfortune?
'Only one way to find out.'
He guided Cinder downward, and the beast obeyed without hesitation. Gently it lowered its altitude, landing atop the pile of corpses that Isolde was still nonchalantly sitting upon.
With a screech, Cinder lowered its head and opened its maw wide, revealing two rows of black fangs. With staggering speed, it began to devour the corpses like its life depended on it.
'Is this a characteristic that still lingers from when it was alive?' Azrael wondered, approaching the girl.
He considered calling out to her but stopped himself. She was deaf.
'How do you communicate with someone who's blind, deaf, and mute?'
Scratching the back of his head, he stepped closer.
Stopping just behind her, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder, taking caution not to startle her.
