Madness

The aella dug its claws into the masked man's torso and shoulders, lifting him into the air.

"Let's go for a ride," General Draven said in a mocking tone, his mauve eyes filled with contempt for the black-robed people.

The masked man struggled and groaned in pain as he felt the sharp claws dig into his body. If he kept moving, his injuries would get worse, so he decided to wait and find another way to escape.

His yellow eyes and the aella's simultaneously strayed to the small ula that was running towards the crystalline beast that was on the verge of death.

(Not only do you dare to hurt a Gregos, but you touched our Eloah with your filthy hands), the aella shrieked furiously, slowly sinking its claws into the flesh of its prey, but trying not to kill him as its master ordered.

General Draven tugged on the reins and guided his mount to the ground, away from the center of the ritual.