Beowulf flew away from the city. Powerhouses of his rank were able to fly and this was one of his advantages. Unfortunately, there were several among the Summoned Heroes who were also capable of flight and they used their powers to give their comrades the power of flight as well.
The King of the Beastkin finally understood that he couldn't keep the divine artifact in his possession. If possible, he wanted to destroy it. However, nothing in Edea was capable of destroying it.
An arrogant voice shouted behind Beowulf and it was filled with disdain. "It will be best if you just surrender and give us the grail. That is the only thing that we want."
'Surrender? You must be joking.' Beowulf sneered. 'If I can't have the grail then you can't have it either!'
