"Why the hell does he have to be able to do everything? I'm supposed to be the wing guy, he's stealing my whole schtick!"
Dakota wished she could pat her brother on the head to console him.
As they followed the trajectory of Solomon's massive body, Everett had spent the entire trip bellyaching about their oldest brother's capabilities.
Raizel hadn't heard a word. Unlike the others, he was not an undying immortal man capable of pushing past all of his exhaustion with nothing but a thought.
And since cultivating aura was also out of the question, that meant Raizel had been fighting for days on end, compressing eight hours of sleep into a twenty-minute nap on horseback.
At the moment that he felt safe and secure on the back of Scorn, Raizel completely passed out.
He snored like a silverback gorilla, draped over the shoulders of Nila.
With his body so blatantly close to hers, it should have come as no surprise just how flustered the young elf had become.
