"With all due respect, I don't think it's wise going to earth now just after surviving a calamity. Your soul is already strained. Any more strain will just worsen your condition and make you lose more of your lifespan." Abel said while flying beside Damian, his small body keeping pace effortlessly despite the tremendous speed at which they crossed the Underworld.
His crimson eyes remained fixed on Damian, clearly unconvinced by the Prince's decision to leave Velmora so soon after his battle with Lazarus.
Biron, now reduced to his small pet like form, flew comfortably beside Damian's right shoulder. His golden horns gleamed beneath the passing light, while the expensive armor covering his little body made him look more like a treasured royal beast than the terrifying creature he had been during the battle.
