The courtyard trembled with the chorus of squirrels, the absurd war cry reverberating like an omen after Raven's words.
No one said anything and fought.
Zephyr, staring at all this, clenched his fists, his jaw tight, and his violet eyes burning with disbelief.
If Raven and his mysterious powers weren't enough, now he had to take care of these squirrels as well.
'Where did they even come from?!'
He growled inwardly.
He had heard news about Raven adopting a rodent, but he didn't know that he had a whole army of them.
Worse yet, they were all supernatural squirrels.
Squeak!
A squirrel jumped past him, embedding its iron claws into one of the undead's backs.
Zephyr's anger boiled.
Today, every event has been annoying him.
As he clenched his fists harder, purple flames coated his fists. Turning to the nearest squirrel, he tried to grab it, wanting to burn it to a crisp, but before he could—
Raven waved his hands again.
