Not a few minutes later, the great horse, with his master and the young Phantom, found themselves by the shore of a shining lake, a stark contrast to Kenward's darkness.
Adam turned around, looking at the dark dots in the distance. The wing warriors were rushing to catch up with them, but only Valdris succeeded, landing a few seconds later.
"Agh... Agh... Agh... Mr. Kenward..."
Valdris breathed heavily, collapsing to one knee. His wings shook like a runner's legs after a long, torturous marathon.
"Your speed is astonishing. I still have a long way to go to be a monster of your level..."
"Naturally," Kenward calmly replied. "You're not one of the Lords, there's no way your strength can compare to mine. Though, from what I've heard, you're doing well as an Elder."
Valdris gulped, lowering his head. "Thank you... Your praise means a lot to me."
Tap.
Kenward climbed off his horse as he patted it on the neck several times.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
