An airship? Tyki's expression went flat, his bright gold eyes dulling for a brief moment. They could have saved the journey through the Unseen World if they'd used an airship, huh? Nice to find out so late.

He looked at the back of the creature beneath him, its skin grey, its appearance sinewy. It didn't feel like an animal, merely an approximation of one. It moved like you'd expect, but there was no warmth in it, no give to its flesh.

"People do get a bit funny about them, don't they?"

That was no surprise. Everybody knew that if a soul didn't move on like they should, return to the planet or Etro or the Farplane or whatever belief or terminology the individual preferred, the soul would eventually corrupt and become a creature of evil, even if the exact reasoning and process wasn't well known. Nevertheless, they had somehow captured the imagination of people, albeit in an overall negative fashion, like poltergeists. They had different names, but they were all the same. They preferred Fiend in some parts of Ivalice, or so Tyki had heard, and Hollow in the rest. On Jylland they tended to refer to them as Akuma, though those of Lucian nationality tended towards using the term Daemon instead. Regardless, they were always the same. Predatory monsters without exception, but varying intelligence.