A few days back, during the attack on the gulf, two young men had escaped the attack. Rather, they fled in pursuit of another, the mysteriously powerful man who had kidnapped a curse bearer. This was what happened.
"Now, fly!" Clyde passionately yelled once again.
Quint began flapping his wings as he picked Clyde up and held him facing upwards, the movement of the wings causing a vengeful gust to alert the soldiers that were walking away from the two, also alerting Galo and Roki, who turned around in a panic.
"The fuck?! Hey, after them you green bastard! Don't let 'em catch up with Luther!" Roki tapped Galo on the shoulder, who tried his hardest to ignore his red-haired comrade. "What are you doing? Turn around!" Roki continued.
"Our top priority is the second curse. Don't get preoccupied," he replied, his answer greatly irritating Roki.
