"What do we do now?"
Aurelia spoke in a trembling voice as she did her best to keep her composure.
"..."
Regis and Pandora kept quiet while Killian looked at Alaric, "What should we do now? You know Falkor Valley like the back of your hand, right?"
The priest only gulped in response as his shoulder drooped, a defeated expression appearing on his face.
"You really still have the strength to joke around even now, huh?"
The reason why they all don't have the strength to speak was because of the countless glowing red eyes that stared at them like how a wolf looked at a lamb.
Another strange thing about them was the large bags under their eyes that were as black as coal.
At this moment, all they could do was stay still as they stared at the countless demonized griffins that surrounded them.
The two groups had been at a standstill since about ten minutes earlier.
However, how did they arrive at such a peculiar situation?