Terros arrived outside the castle, hovering in the air, he saw the three men also floating in the air fifty meters away from him. They seemed to have followed his warning not to get so close to the castle so that the King's minions can't strike them easily.
He zoomed towards their location. "Good morning, guys!" he greeted them.
"Good morning, Grandpa!" the men replied in chorus.
"No news yet?" he asked.
The men shook their heads.
"We arrived here as early as 5:00 in the morning, no one exited the entrance of the castle yet," replied one of the men.
Terros breathed deeply. "I see... we just have to wait then... maybe the cursed King will release them today," he said feeling optimistic.
"Hopefully," replied one of the men.
They waited patiently in the air.
Two hours later, the sun is getting hotter, they take shelter under the shade of the tallest tree in the area. Each of them takes turn in watching for anything or anyone that might launch an attack on them.
Meanwhile...
