The face frowned down at them, then gazed at the crypts, and the frowning intensified. "What are you doing little bird? I'm going to roast you today! You just disturb me from an important meeting! Return!"
The crypts all returned to their original state, and the face varnished; the sky returned to its cloudy.
Azaroth looked at the little bird flatly. The bird is just like Alex, always there to cause trouble.
"Eh, that's my master." The little bird laughed with nervousness. "Oh shit! I'm going to get it today."
"So your name is Little Bird," Stallus said. "That's just so Ironic."
The little bird turned to her. "What? What's wrong with it? That's the name personally given to my crypt Master."
"Why are you here?" Azaroth's cold voice sliced through.
The translucent bird flapped towards him and said. "You are the strongest. Your eyes are red, and you use the fire technique, so why is everything about you so cold?"
