A shadowed figure suddenly appeared in their peripheral vision. A strong blow of wind coming from its mouth. Then, four pairs of horns lit up as if they were made from fire. Molten red on its soles, the imprint burned the rocky ground of the volcano's peak.
"Shit."
It was the four-horned mountain goat.
"What are we going to do?" Heon breathed, legs lodged on the spot, he was too afraid to move.
"Why are you asking?" The confused gaze instantly turned into a manic glee on Sunny's face. "Kill it, of course!"
"Stop!"
"Eh?!"
Azran grabbed the back of Sunny's cloak, forcing the blond healer mage to cease his spontaneous attack. She gestured at the way the mountain goat held their gaze, then lowered before them. It bowed to them.
No, that wasn't quite right.
The goat bowed to Heon.
The Kingslayer looked at his left hand. It wasn't discolored, but the white seams were visible on his fair skin. "Stand," he gave a tentative order.
