He carefully removed the ring from the Minotaur's nose, trying not to think about the hygiene implications as he slipped it into his system storage. The ring vanished with a soft chime, joining Spiralus's heart and dragon tail in his growing collection of legendary materials.
Corvin landed beside the corpse with a soft rustle of feathers, his obsidian eyes reflecting the torchlight as he studied their fallen opponent. Through their soul link, Jack could feel the raven's mixture of respect and predatory satisfaction. The creature understood that they had just defeated something truly formidable.
'Good work up there,' Jack said, reaching out to stroke Corvin's neck. 'That coordination was perfect. We make a hell of a team.'
The raven preened under the praise, ruffling his feathers with obvious pride. The bond between them had grown stronger during the battle, their tactical awareness becoming increasingly synchronized.
