The Black Wing let out a harsh, guttural caw, its piercing gaze fixated on Levi as it turned its head while the body stayed still.
Its jagged beak snapped with fury as it circled overhead, wings casting massive shadows over the battlefield.
Levi felt a pang of rage twist inside him, but he kept it in check - he had long noticed that using Lunacy always brought out his rage and he was learning to control it slowly.
The Black Wing's taunts, though unspoken, were clear in the way it towered over him—as if a predator toying with its prey.
His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms. He needed to change his approach. This beast was far stronger than himself.
And even with the injury he had delivered to its skull- the monster didn't seem to go down.