Swoosh!
Damian cut through the night sky, his wings beating steadily against the wind as he moved in silence, his sharp gaze sweeping the city below in search of activity.
Rin sat comfortably atop his head, its tails and fur swaying freely with the rushing air.
"Relax, we will find something in Chicago for sure," Rin yawned, its eyes half-lidded as it stared up at the moonlight with a bored expression.
"What makes you so sure?" Damian asked without looking at him.
"Duke Haborym commanded twenty-four legions. When you killed him, what do you think happened to his army?"
Buzz!
Damian blinked, caught off guard. The thought had not crossed his mind once since that battle. After killing Haborym, the existence of his forces had simply slipped away, irrelevant in the face of his victory.
"They went back home?" Damian raised a brow.
Rin facepalmed.
