As the creatures bore down on the party, the Maluma nearly falls from the cliffs before lashing out from Nightingale’s palms and devouring them. Even though Nightingale suffered a nasty cut, the Maluma seemed unphased by the pain. Instead, it looks nervous from the close call with death from falling.
Seeing it’s nervousness for the first time, Rook can’t help but wonder that the Maluma would have nowhere to go if it died in a body that fell that distance. Perhaps the Great Bounty would claim it after all?
