The desert had become quiet again. Too quiet. Blood soaked the sands outside Senkeht while the corpses of the Rock Lions lay scattered everywhere like discarded dolls. Broken bodies. Crushed skulls. Petrified remains.
The smell of blood drifted heavily through the hot air. In the middle of it stood Bahamut and Gabi.
Gabi slowly looked around the battlefield again.
"We overdid it."
Bahamut shrugged casually while rolling his shoulders.
"They attacked first."
"That is not the point."
"You're becoming soft."
"I petrified three beasts from the inside!"
"And?"
Gabi opened his mouth and closed it again, because somehow… Bahamut genuinely didn't see the problem.
