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"..."

The owl blinked.

"…You again."

Malik didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or just ignore it.

So instead, he just stared back, waiting for whatever came next.

The crimson owl descended, its massive wings folding gracefully as it landed a few feet from him.

"What do you want from me?... Why are you here?"

"..."

The owl didn't respond, of course—it was just a bird.

But it didn't feel like just a bird.

Not this one.

"Don't get any closer."

Malik tried to stand, instinctively reaching for his dagger.

Unfortunately... his body refused to cooperate. Again.

Every muscle felt like jelly, shaking to kingdom come.

It was what carrying her body, or at least attempting to, had done to him. 

"Move."

He hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes of gold darting between the owl and Jasmine's lifeless form.

And yet move he could not.