"What the heck is that!"
Abel's voice showed far more shock than Fudolin's, for he noticed that the coliseum in the Imperial Capital had collapsed.
The once familiar scene suddenly underwent a dramatic change, and there was an old man's wrinkled face floating in the sky—no matter how you look at it, this is extremely, extremely abnormal!
Also, just being in Black Stone City made him feel a chill.
This was the avoidance instinct his body had developed upon seeing a powerful creature.
All of his cells were warning him to absolutely not attempt to fight such a creature, and for the sake of his safety, he shouldn't even get close.
But... how could he not get close!
His grandfather and other relatives were still in Dragon Nest, and here he couldn't know their situation. This worry made Abel unable to stop flapping his wings.
"Ready to go?" he asked Fudolin.
"What's there to hesitate for? Let's go!"
At this moment, the magic fog was happily contracting.
