"This… demon isn't staying anywhere near me," he said, his voice flat and unyielding. The proximity of the creature's vile, suppressed nether, combined with the biting aura of Noah's domain magic, was clearly testing his patience.
He shifted in discomfort, adjusting his posture on the midnight-black feathers while pointing a finger directly at the iced demon.
"The cold is one thing, but I have no intention of sharing a saddle with a three-horned abomination for the entire flight back to headquarters."
Noah's brow raised up in genuine confusion beneath his mask.
He looked from the massive block of reinforced ice to the wide expanse of the eagle's back, finding the complaint somewhat impractical given the circumstances.
"But then… where else are we going to put him?" Noah asked, his voice even and detached. "We can't exactly leave him behind, and he needs to remain completely secured if we want him arriving at the guild house alive."
