"Lord Jo's condition is critical," a hoarse voice came out, trembling with fear.
Ten fighters stood around Jo.
His injuries were extremely severe, and the amount of blood he was losing every moment was enormous.
"Can't you use your ability to stop the damage?" one of the ten fighters asked.
"I already used it… but…" he whispered, swallowing before adding, "Lord Jo's injuries are too serious. We must move him to the hospital immediately."
"Have you lost your mind?" another fighter shouted. "There are at least several enemy lords on the way."
"Do you have another solution?"
"Are we supposed to abandon Lord Lemon because you're afraid?"
"Shut up. Don't put me in a position where I'm accused."
"Silence!" Logan shouted.
His eyes suddenly lifted toward the sky.
"What the hell is that?" one of them yelled.
Above them…
From within the black rift…
Four legs emerged, followed by wide wings.
A white horse, five meters tall, with wings of white feathers twice that length.
