Greed is shoved rudely to the back by that strange, immense presence. He sits in shock for a moment as the cocky prince greats the massive black winged reptile that had jumped out of the bushes around their campsite.
The others are reacting in a sane manner at least, all on their feet and ready for a fight. Not that it would do them much good, though. Greed can already see how tough the glossy black hide is. It will take a lot to get through and hurt the beast, more than they have.
"How long do you think he will be?" Ling's voice says and Greed jumps. "No, I am not at the fore. That is Oz."
"He's the massive presence," Greed realises.
"Yes. And eventually he and I will be one and the same, as it has been since the day of his greatest failure."
"So he's a collection of souls and yet not a philosopher's stone…" Intriguing.
"He is a bunch of souls mixed and fused together," corrects the prince.
"What's the difference?"
"One is fractured and could potentially drive the owner insane, the other is whole."
They remain silent for a bit, listening to the chattering passing between this Oz character and the reptile.
"So… what's up with the giant lizard?"
"I… really do not know."
