Azriel clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to gape.
'Crazy monkey... What the hell was that punch?!'
Another sharp whistle sliced through the air. This time, it came from his left.
The nightstrider hawk was charging toward him, its beak aimed to impale.
"Tch. You're too weak to play here."
Clicking his tongue, Azriel raised his left hand.
Before the bird could close the distance, a spike of ice erupted from the ground. It pierced the hawk's body clean through, stopping it dead in its tracks.
The creature's lifeless body hung suspended for a moment, black blood oozing down the glistening spike.
Azriel smiled, a wicked edge to his expression.
"Now I'm in the mood for chicken wings."
The ice shattered, letting the hawk's corpse crash to the ground in a lifeless heap.
Then, a wave of euphoria washed over Azriel, making his eyes widen.
'Ah... I forgot about [Core Reaper].'