This was not the type of thing one would ever want to encounter on their way to bed.
But there he was, standing still, his eyes locked onto the large shifting mass vibrating just a few paces ahead of him instead of enjoying the comforts of his bed.
The bizarre thing had just let out a muffled and deeply desperate cry for help, and now Killian was frantically trying to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do with that information.
His mind rapidly ran through the threat assessment protocols he knew, yet absolutely none of them accounted for a giant buzzing creature asking for assistance in the middle of Luca's supposedly peaceful dungeon space.
Moreover, if this place were under attack, wouldn't D-29 be screeching by now?
Or had he just been too busy for so long that he hadn't heard about the presence of new beasts?
That was honestly the only reason why he hadn't swung a blade yet. What if he decapitated a guardian beast by accident?
But what even was he looking at?
