Seeing the Death Ritual Bird again, what is the New Strategy Group going to do?
Just two words: lure.
"Hey, you bastard, come hit me!"
Luluwo stood on the edge of the cliff, shouting loudly, with the abyss behind her and the howling winds as if desperate to blow her off.
Afraid that her target was too small to be conspicuous, she let her chains loose and continually flapped them, looking like a giant flitting moth.
However, this bizarre act didn't catch the Death Ritual Bird's attention; it was intently chasing Berto, who was hopping around not far ahead.
"Captain, help me!"
Berto was panicking to the point of nearly having a heart attack, chased by such a huge Monster; anyone would feel scared.
Moreover, the Death Ritual Bird's strong "death" aura was eroding the mind constantly, driving one almost insane.
It was toying with its prey, slowing down each time it nearly caught up to Berto, just to keep him in a state of tense, desperate fleeing.
