It felt like watching an action-packed movie as Ned heard a battalion of horses came pounding beside the hill—late.
It only took three minutes for Newter to make the Guulvorg turn into a pulp of meat, but her transformation has yet to wear off. And it has been exactly five hours after the ship, going to the Wrath Island, sailed off.
"The Association will take the wyvern." Napond struck the tip of the ax to the ground and marched, like a trained shoulder he was, to Ned. He then offered his hand to Ned.
And as though Newter could understand Napond, she snarled, showing razor teeth without hesitation to the Hunter.
Hearing the Hunter, Ned smirked. "No one's taking anyone." This made Newter's feline-face loosened and show delight. Ned brushed her head and turned to face Napond. He then reached his hand and stood.
Napond smiled. "Then," he said, "how about showing me who's underneath the mask?"