What Exactly Are You?

The Obsidian Winged Folk stood up from the giant egg.

It spread its pair of pitch-black wings, brilliant starlight flowing across the tips of the feathers, turning into viscous, substantial darkness that dripped and accumulated, giving rise to the shapes of Shadow monsters from that gloom.

"Hey, Scarlet Snow, is this the kind of thing you fought back in Sparrow Village?" Fenrir held back from opening fire, turning her head to ask Scarlet Snow behind her.

Scarlet Snow widened her eyes, filled with confusion, and shook her head in denial.

"No... No, what I faced in that village was not an Obsidian Shadow looking like this..."

"It should have been a huge monster ten or twenty meters tall, looking like a giant black bird. It could never be this... this thing that looks almost like an ordinary Winged Folk..."

"Don't worry about that right now! They're about to attack!"

Little Jack and Alice each raised the submachine guns in their hands, magic bullets loading into the chambers, and the dense firepower instantly suppressed the Shadow monsters that attempted to lunge forward, shattering and scattering them after a round of attacks.

The two replaced their magazines and loaded their bullets, while Fenrir still did not rush to launch an attack, keeping her gaze firmly locked on the Obsidian Shadow that looked like a Winged Folk, its lower half still standing inside the eggshell.

Even Scarlet Snow had never seen a Winged Folk-like Shadow. What on earth was its background? Was it really a projected avatar of Garuda?

Yet why did this appearance bring a strong sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen it somewhere before—

"...Fox Fox, what do you think?" Fenrir asked without looking back, maintaining a serious and vigilant state as she called out to Su Tianqing.