When one raven begins the chant of the sacred hymn, the other ravens can't help but join in excitedly, shouting along.
The immense noise made Huai Shi's ears ache.
Alright, confirmed, still the same old parrot, just with two loudspeakers now.
Huai Shi reached out, picked one up, and examined it curiously, squeezing its neck, spreading its wings, pulling its claws for close study.
Couldn't feel the heat from the firelight.
That was a projection formed by source burning, which wouldn't really set anything alight.
Despite the flame, its weight increased by about seven or eight kilograms, and its size grew larger. However, it hadn't sprouted any tentacles or indescribable appendages.
It seems… not much has changed, except that the art style increasingly leans towards Cybertron.
"What the heck? I don't remember feeding you guys any of that weird spark stuff."
While Huai Shi was puzzled, he heard a crisp sound coming from within the Buried Sacred Place.
