RONIN
It's not an easy task to keep hold of a petrified void monster corpse for an extended period of time, and Ronin's wingbeats are quickly growing laboured even for a demigod with beyond-mortal strength. Thankfully, his sharp eyes can make out absolutely nothing to be concerned about in the swampland below - although, yes, that is in large part thanks to purification by celestial fire - and it's more than good enough for him.
With a keening roar that echoes across the little region, Ronin finally uncurls his claws from his burden and watches as it plummets into the depths of the Feverlands and is officially no longer Torchline's concern. Feeling (literally and metaphorically) much lighter, the dragon circles once before soaring back the way he's come, much quicker on his return than he had been heading out.
Ronin drops the void-boulder-corpse into the Feverlands and heads home!
With a keening roar that echoes across the little region, Ronin finally uncurls his claws from his burden and watches as it plummets into the depths of the Feverlands and is officially no longer Torchline's concern. Feeling (literally and metaphorically) much lighter, the dragon circles once before soaring back the way he's come, much quicker on his return than he had been heading out.
Ronin drops the void-boulder-corpse into the Feverlands and heads home!
no grave could hold my body down
