Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 81

I almost expected Ethan to be screaming until his lungs burst out by the way his eyes widened and his hands gripped at my clothes, but even though it was a shame it still amused me to see such a mischievous prodigy genius martial artist and Succeeding Disciple reacting in such a natural fearful way to falling to his death.

Nor that I, a winged owl griffin, would allow such thing to happen, nor would soon die by a simple dip in the sky... although Ethan did not know such a thing, and I did not find in myself to tell him otherwise, displaying a smile of my own for once.

And as much as I don’t want to give him credit for not crying out for his mother or wanted to drag this further to see how much longer he would last, when we start getting too close for comfort towards the monster’s purple tentacles, thus instead I reach out for the closing small ropes of my battle cape and start unmaking them, only so that the cloak can fluster at the cutting wind and fly away, revealing my two pair of wings.

But not exactly the way they are... for I have escribe runes on them.

When I first saw the forbidden Blood Runes in my magical book the first thing I thought is, like many others, was to have them over my skin and body.

However there is something that I have that most don’t... and they are my wings. As the Blood Runes require constant sacrifice, of blood and skin and bones, rotting limbs and poisoning their way inside the user, I had the idea of marking them over my feathers as, like nails and hair, they never stopped growing, falling naturally, so instead of rotting and poisoning my blood when the time came and they were expendable, the feathers would just fall and a new one would take its place.

It was only out of convenience that I added a silvery look as a side effect, and now as the carvings shone on each and every feather they gave it all a metallic grey appearance, and adding the pieces of armor at the top my own white wings made so that it toke the appearance of a magical tool like the weapons we hold, and as an Enchanter myself is only fair and common for us to have unique prototypes of our own creation, even if made only as a cover up, in my case.

So when I reveal my wings for all to see, the gasps are not for recognizing a non-human being amidst them, but for having a unique never seen before magical tool on me, and it is a thing of beauty indeed, even if covering the natural beauty of my white feathers, the long silver ones with blue runes shining on them made for a powerful sight.

Only that, on contrary to my wings, keeping this appearance used my energy and it was a thought out action, so it is not something I can keep up all the time, nor keep it on my sleep.

It is not the time, though, to show off such creation for, sensing the numerous prey falling down towards its reach, the sea monster seems to have been woken up from its lethargic mood and is now swinging more than one of its huge purple tentacles around, trying to grasp and lock anything that could cross its pass as web would do for a spider.

I spread my wings but do not slow our fall down, using the memento and speed to be quick at dodging the many tentacles surfacing from the ink dark sea, white glassy huge eyes starting from the abyss, eager for blood, and as his limbs shiver and twist and turn midair with surprising speed, the sucking round cups stretch and open up their long sharp needle like teeth open up like a deadly flower, widening its reach and increasing the danger of getting stuck in one of the many leaking venom spikes that covered the skies.

With double my size on wingspan I can keep us afloat at ease, but with so many obstacles around I have to twist and turn us both, many times closing and covering us with my wings to the point that I have to huge Ethan close so that I can more easily maneuver us around, not able to notice how such proximity makes his eyes glint with a crimson light that he was having a hard time to conceal.

I had to use all my abilities to avoid getting hit, stuck, or touched by poison as the skies came to life like a swarm of worms wiggling around, tentacles from small to big, from thick to thin, all filling up and hitting the boat again, and to enforce their protection fire cannon attacks join the chaos as it had already turned around to flee.

Lucky we were the ones who dropped off first, for now the creature was aware of the falling prey, curious about the flying thing long gone, and bloodlust taking its place and worsening by the second.

I move my fan out of my clothes the exact moment one of its limbs gets far too close for comfort, careful not to drop Ethan from my arms as I slash a gush of wind into the creature’s direction, managing to make it coil away but not doing enough damage to get anything out of this fight, more enraging the creature then putting up a fight.

In the end I have to use both my tools only to keep us safe, snapping and swigging the fan every time it moved to grab us, the air cutting enough to make it back off, and when not or more than one limb closed in on us the flying cape from before would come swooping around us, stretching its cloth as if alive and sentient, but commanded so by me activating the runes imprinted along its white and blue sky colorful fabric, shinning more as I put more energy into them, alas when hit would pulsate and push the attack back, almost like a vacuum it would take the hit in only to push back as hard, rune shinning at the impact, some of it feed by the magical crystal of magical beasts sewed and hiding inside.

Surrounded by clashes of forces and contiguous gusts of cutting wind, it seems to take longer than it took for us to be out of that inferno at the same time that the screams start behind us for the not so lucky ones start being caught in that chaos.

We move forward towards the far away island without looking back.