The massive bird let out another cry before its huge body suddenly began to shrink. Flames wrapped tightly around it, spinning wildly until a human figure slowly emerged from within the fire.
Falcoln's face instantly lost all color when he saw who it was.
Meanwhile, Roxanna could only stand there frozen in shock as Cyrus walked out of the dying flames completely unharmed. Beneath the burning sky, his crimson eyes glowed faintly, making him look both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"I know you drank my blood before." Cyrus' voice was colder than usual, and the look in his eyes was so frightening that even the surrounding eagle beastmen instinctively stepped back. "My blood can heal wounds and make someone immune to poison."
He paused briefly before continuing, "But did you really think my blood would stop belonging to me just because it mixed with yours?"
