Third Person's POV
Ethan could feel it as if it were a heartbeat echoing within his own chest.
In the next moment, he arrived at the conclusion that it was the instinctive adoration and dependence of a being toward its guardian.
Looking at the bird, Ethan's stern face softened for a brief moment and became touched by something unspoken.
But in the next second, Bolt looked away sharply while its soft chirping stopped.
Its small body went still, rigid, as its senses caught something—something electric.
The volatile sparks of residual energy from the demon knight's dark lightning had reached the little creature's perception.
Bolt chirped again, but this time with a sharp eagerness.
With measured steps and guided by his bloodline instinct, he waddled forward toward the raw, scorched flesh on Ethan's left arm.
The area was still sizzling faintly, and its surface had blistered and cracked while dark lightning flickered along the nerves like coiled serpents.
