"I can't really blame the bird," he muttered, letting the orbs play without so much as a glance.
Still, he couldn't allow Vigil — owl or not — to remember such things.
Ash waved his hand.
With a casual motion, he erased Vigil's memory of the last few moments and removed his senses for the time being.
The white owl was left unable to see, hear, or use any form of divine sense. Any possible way he could think of to perceive the recording — if he was bold enough to even try — was completely sealed.
Ash resumed Pantheos with a casual wave of his hand, and instantly the recordings played openly for everyone at the table.
Leaning back, he sipped his wine, watching the scenes unfold with clear appreciation.
"Damn… they really know how to get me riled up," he commented, his voice low and pleased.
"Especially Lithia, she knows exactly how to set the mood."
Elysia chuckled, her golden eyes half-lidded as she watched.
