Putting the ring on his finger, Faxul walked to the pew where the Raven was waiting.
With a gesture, it hopped onto his finger.
Having seen the process in the recording, Faxul scratched the Raven's head, nudging it towards the point on his finger where the ring was there.
The degree of connection that he had with this beast was once again shown at this point. After reaching the ring, even though it felt the pain of having its blood absorbed, the Raven didn't even flinch and looked straight into Faxul's eyes.
The smile that came on his face unwittingly after seeing this froze, as a flood of thoughts suddenly assaulted his head.
Friend.
Trust.
Hungry.
Drowsy.
Meat.
Old brothers.
Talon needs sharpening.
Although the thoughts were simple, the feeling of having foreign thoughts invade his made him lose his senses for a moment.
What he didn't know was that unless someone had a prior experience of bonding with a Raven, the process was actually dangerous in its own right and had to be guided by a professional.
In fact, the majority of people could only bond with one Raven at a time. Some individuals, such as those who had reached the peak of the Exalted Human Level like the King, could bond with multiple, but it was said that only one could be used in bat because one's mind would be overwhelmed in the heat of a fight with two different sources of thoughts converging to form a cacophony to drive them insane.
Hence, historically, there had been very few who had been able to fight with two Ravens at once. Of course, all of these individuals had enjoyed an almost unbeatable status in the Central Continent, as their opponents would essentially feel like they were fighting three people, not one.
Thankfully, Faxul was no stranger to having his mind attacked. Previously, when he had had to handle the attacks from the entity living at his chest, he had figured out a way to keep himself sane.
Using this technique now, he bundled all the foreign thoughts before placing them to the side, away from his own.
This enabled him to think for a moment with clarity before the bundle unfurled, assaulting him again.
The technique, after all, wasn't perfect.
After several times of this repeating, Faxul finally got up with a sweat-stained face.
"Go land on the pew,
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