The moment Athan turned around, he also gaped at the towering spires of ice, protruding the dark sky. Which then dread dripped down his spine for he could only think of one person, who could be linked to it as of now.
"Good gracious!" Arnold muttered as he whistled for the wyvern to screech, echoing around the cliffs. "You! Come with me!" He then pointed at Athan to make haste.
Right away, Sylvester reached out to him with a quickness. "Wait! Arnold, what about—"
"Out of my way!" Pushing Sylvester aside, he hoisted himself with a fierce jump, about several yards above the ground, then landed on top of the wyvern.
Before Arnold disappeared from their sight, Athan already beckoned them to hurry up and get moving while he rushed towards Nero.
"We have to go at once!" After perching atop him, he turned around facing Veronica and Sylvester, saying, "Proceed with the plan and charge to the 'Desolate Ravine' as I'll meet you two there!"
