"Master!" Arin's voice rang in Ashley's head.
The Syril seemed to be oblivious to the voice in its head. It was as if Ashley had been lost in the whole process of transformation and her body had been given away to be taken over by a berserker.
A hole formed in the water and the Syril stood upright. With its arms apart, it levitated back onto the bridge.
By that time, Dante and his men were gone.
"Master!"
Its feet touched the ground and it slowly started making its way forward, keeping its gaze ahead with its chin lifted like it was some sort of majestic being. The sound of its wet feet hitting the ground was the only thing that resounded on the bridge.
Thankfully, there was no one on the bridge except for it. Even though she already expected it, Arin was shattered when her relief was short lived.
