C142 A Test from the Target.

"Huuu..."

A faint whisper of wind brushed past Igrel's ears. With powerful beats of his wings, he spiraled through the air, narrowly dodging a top-down assault.

“...”

His gaze fixed on the white bone arm beside him, Igrel's pupils shrank with intensity.

"Summoning even such a thing... Who could it be?"

He murmured, his voice laced with a fury on the brink of eruption.

"Ah! What's this..