Warning: Dear readers, this chapter contains activities like brewing a potion with some gruesome things, e.g., the blood of the mongoose. If you are not comfortable with it, please skip it from the marks of ~~~ to ~~~
The author does not condone any kind of occult practice or cruel ritual that may harm any creature. The ritual depicted here, is not real, and it's completely created by my imagination. Thank you for reading, and enjoy your chapter.
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Galen was flying with Mateo clutched in his arms. Fortunately, it was a cloudy day and they were flying very high, so they were not spotted by any humans.
When they were in the air, Mateo had stopped thrashing. After almost ten minutes of flying with Galen's amazing speed, they were flying over a dense jungle.
Galen slowly started flying down, and at last, he landed him on the bank of a small river, careful of his injuries.