In the dense foliage of an overgrown, young fir, a silver-haired young woman hid.
Some distance on the bouncy ground stood her partner, a blonde young man, seemingly basking in the mild, afternoon sun for no reason.
Daru was, once again, the bait.
He even volunteered, since it would be easier for Elara to pin the attacker that way.
The chaotic skies suddenly didn't seem so unsettling now.
Here and there, violent rustles, crashes, clangs, and furious screeches rang, but this time, he wanted them to be closer.
Daru couldn't help but wonder why the half-birds are in constant war.
Was it territory? Food? Or do they simply hate each other?
He preferred to know, of course. But before he could even try, they had to go stronger first.
This method was their only option for now.
Daru believed it was quite promising, given how easily they took out the Emberchest Robari together.
Yggdrasil didn't take too long to give them a chance.
