The curved dagger floated through the air towards Saige. He quickly raised both of his hands, cupping them together and watched the dagger with reverence as it gently placed itself flat into his hands.
When he looked up to speak to the Beast Lord again, the lizard had vanished without a single trace, with only the faint hint of divinity and his words lingering in Saige's mind to prove his existence.
The Beast Lord's Wing. It was not a literal offer. He wasn't going to be turned into a wing that was stuck to the lords body or anything.
Instead it was a type of class promotion.
The Church of the Beast Lord was separated, like many churches, into a variety of levels. All of them named after different parts, which also differed depending on the culture or the beasts in question. But there were some general consistency to the naming sense.
The Church Branch that Saige belonged to used traits of predatory animals, mainly birds and land beasts.
