Chapter 127. The Delta Mourns

Eryndor’s POV

Master was entirely correct; the way he had taken down Zephyr felt almost too effortless, as though it had been a foregone conclusion. Even granting Zephyr that golden opportunity to strike first, the sheer amount of damage my Master inflicted was absolutely off the charts. And yet… despite this, something still gnawed at Master’s instincts. This was a delta after all—Celeste herself was a delta—so if she had faced my Master, she surely would have put up a far fiercer fight than Zephyr ever did. The whole situation reeked of suspicion, and Master refused to let it slide without investigating further.

With that determination driving him forward, Master plunged into the nearby forest, intending to confirm once and for all whether Zephyr truly lay dead. He sprinted toward the spot where Zephyr’s severed top half had fallen, every fiber of his being alert and on edge. As he neared the clearing, three slender, black lines shot through the underbrush direc