Chapter 92: The Implock – Chapter 86 – “Feathery Vengeance”

∼ Feathery Vengeance ∼

Chapter - 086

Dreaming of impossible heights, flying across a cloud-packed sky, feeling the cold wind part for his aerial freedom - Nyx shed all worries. His large feathered wings beat at the air, carrying him across previously insurmountable peaks. It was a pleasant dream as he flew into the distance.

Darkness moved in to claim Nyx - for perhaps, another dream? A sudden rough sensation shook Nyx, however. Very unpleasant. He groaned sleepily. Another sensation, this one much more distinct and painful as it... pecked at him? His attempts to bat away the annoyance. the intrusion on Nyx's otherwise deep slumber elicited only more prodding pecks though.

Slowly waking, Nyx came to a strange sight. Hay, sticks, and the odd nicknack here and there. Where... was he? Turning from where he had been laying face-down, hay stuck to his face in a rather unflattering expression of drowsiness, Nyx suddenly yelped. Hovering over him was a massive beak underneath two eagle-like eyes. Wait, no... They were eagle eyes.

Instinctively conjuring forth a [Demonbolt], he hurled it at the massive eagle, making it squawk and jump away just in time. Rushing back in with a waddling step, the damn bird tried to take a bite out of him. But Nyx merely slapped the accursed avian, stunning the huge creature as it definitely hadn't expected so much force from its otherwise unassuming prey.

Ready this time, Nyx threw a ball of [Impfire] at the eagle. Unfortunately, the bird was too fast. Jumping back, it essentially let itself fall off the edge of its nest, effectively avoiding the ball of fire that roared down the side of the mountain. Attempting to cast multiple other spells after the bird, even [Wither], Nyx could only curse as the bird reluctantly backed away as it batted its wings on the wind, squawking at Nyx with what he could almost call genuine animus. Then it left, flying off into the distance with the promise of a feathery vengeance.

Nyx groaned, his wounded body not nearly having been up to snuff to do such strenuous and sudden movements. Looking down at himself, his robes couldn't even be called that. It was just a few strips of cloth that miraculously still clutched onto his body for dear life. Nyx sighed, not having any spare robes to put on as his rucksack had been left back at the Orphan's hideout.

Underneath the tattered robes remained the aftermath of his and Eric's battle. That had been a good fight... Nyx thought contentedly. Despite the current circumstance and consequences, it had entailed. If he had been worried that he'd outpace the human, he had truly thought wrong. Even without those incredibly powerful weapons he wielded, the stinkin' human would've beat Nyx in a straight-up fistfight. It felt oddly good knowing he had a competent rival.

Looking at his health points, it at least appeared that his body hadn't been critically injured and was well on its way to healing naturally. When damaging one of those pesky 'organs' as Aria called them - or something equally as delicate - it often wasn't anything you could heal on your own. At least not at his current level.

That reminded him; there was an avalanche of notifications awaiting his perusal!

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