The Hound and Kuro returned an hour later, though time felt meaningless in this place.
Kuro flew overhead, his beak open, and–
Bodies fell from his mouth, dozens of them, Beasts of all sizes and all ranks, hitting the ground in a pile as Damian just stared.
'Does he have... storage in his stomach?'
'Stupid human!'
Kuro landed in front of him, dropping another corpse at his feet.
'Kuro stored the elf previously! You can eat him now!'
He nudged something else forward with his beak.
It was a spatial ring, covered in dried blood.
'His spatial ring is also here!'
The sloth's eyes opened slightly, looking at the elf's corpse, then at Kuro and then back at the corpse.
"Eat... him?"
The whisper carried confusion.
The Hound padded over, its golden eyes fixed on the body, then on Damian.
Its head tilted, the confusion clear in its posture.
Kuro hopped back, settling near the sloth's chair.
'Yes! Stupid human eats to get stronger! Kuro brought food!'
