Chapter 131: Bizarre London (2)
“I cut off its wing.”
At that moment, in stark contrast to the tense situation, a calm voice spoke to me. It was my voice, yet not my voice. Yes, it was Truth. It must have decided I needed help.
I heard something heavy slicing through the air and falling. There was also a splashing sound of liquid pouring out. A peculiar, pungent scent spread. It wasn’t the usual smell of blood.
‘Wow, talk about perfect timing.’
I panted heavily, gripping the sword with both hands.
What was it? An animal? A bird? No, was there such a ‘thing’ among winged beasts?
The creature, having lost one wing, crashed into the church bell. A resonant ‘dong’ echoed. It flailed with its remaining wing, trying to fly again, but only collided with the bell once more. The sound of flapping and the bell’s tolling continued incessantly.
The voice advised:
‘Now’s your chance. You must kill it.’