[Hmm…perhaps it is wondering why you haven't died yet] Zydrax points out, his tone having reverted to normal.
The notion of a constellation level beast massively piques Ezra's interest.
But then Zydrax's voice rang through Ezra's consciousness with a firmness that allowed no argument.
[You should make haste to retrieve the spear and leave this secret realm immediately]
There was no trace of curiosity in his tone, only urgency.
[You have already confirmed that the weapon exists. There is nothing more to gain by provoking a creature capable of contending with a Constellation. Every additional second you remain here only multiplies the chances of your death]
Ezra instinctively glanced toward the beast, examining the share scale of its metal fur.
Just finding the spear not to mention dislodging it would surely prove a tall hurdle with only his elemental affinities.
His brows knit together, his face creasing as he brainstorms.
The beast's body is simply too enormous.
