A white silhouette stood beside a tree as it looked at the Golden-Horned Wyvern which flew into the horizon, carrying two people who were dressed extravagantly.
The white silhouette asked in a cold voice, "Are you satisfied?"
"... Yes." Came a reply but could not be heard physically around the silhouette.
The white silhouette continued to talk, "The next time I meet that scumbag, his life will end right there."
"No! You can't! No matter what happens, please don't kill him! Besides, he has a master who is grand and mysterious!"
The green meadows swayed as the wind gently brushed passed the white silhouette, making it obscure.
"If it weren't for you who pleaded for him, I would've killed him regardless if he's being protected or not."
"No... you can't! If you do... I... I will kill myself!"
"You!" The white silhouette's voice trembled, it then flicked its sleeves as it destroyed the surrounding meadows.
