𝚄𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚒

The night air was icy, but for Urogi it only served to dispel the stench of gunpowder and the annoying burning sensation in his wings left by that last burst of combat. With a powerful flap of his wings, he soared above the treetops, leaving the battleground behind with a loud laugh that echoed through the dark clouds. Escaping didn't fill him with the slightest shame; for him, disengaging from a fight in time wasn't running away, but simply pausing the game to seek better entertainment.
—Ha, ha, ha! Those guys had so much energy! —he exclaimed to himself, doing a pirouette in the air while arranging his dark feathers.
A gust of icy wind blew as he circled, relishing the feeling of emptiness beneath his bird-like feet. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound from the dense forest, hundreds of meters below, caught his attention. Urogi tilted his head, fixing his golden eyes on the shadowed ground.
There, amidst the dense vegetation and under the filtered moonlight, a solitary figure advanced slowly. It wore no demon slayer attire, nor did it carry a Nichirin blade. It was simply a figure crossing the forest in the middle of the night, completely unaware of the gigantic shadow looming overhead.
The mark of "Joy" on its tongue seemed to vibrate with excitement. A wide grin spread across its face, and its wings abruptly folded away.
—A new toy! —he whispered in a mischievous, childlike tone.
Urogi swooped down silently, slicing through the highest branches of the dense canopy as if they were paper. Just a few meters from the ground, it abruptly spread its wings to break the impact, raising a whirlwind of dry leaves and earth that completely surrounded the person.
It landed on a huge rock with the sharp click of its talons. It hunched its muscular torso, spread its wings to block the moonlight—"Ooh, a new toy to play with!"