The cold metallic sensation transmitted to Muria's fingertips felt as if he were touching legendary metal, a curious sensation. Despite it being the beak of a bird, the texture bore a striking resemblance to the legendary metal.
One could image the horrendous damage inflicted upon an enemy when engaged in close combat with the Wind King Hawk, their bodies subjected to pecks from its beak.
"Hm!" A few moments after Muria had touched the beak of the mountain-sized Wind King Hawk, he felt something, slightly turning his head to find, with some astonishment, that the pure white-feathered creature had opened its eyes. Its bright yellow eyes were looking at him indifferently.
"Heh, heh!" Caught under the gaze of the Wind King Hawk, Muria coyly stepped back, not quite thick-skinned enough to keep touching it.