Harrus, who was standing on the deck, narrowed his eyes as he looked at the battle using a telescope.
The moment he saw that Khezmod's flying mount suddenly took a nosedive towards the sea, he felt that something was wrong.
He waited for a minute, two minutes, and then three. However, no matter how long he waited, the Flying Mount never resurfaced.
Harrus could see the bubbles that were rising up to the surface, but that was all that he saw. Several minutes later, he saw two beams of light shoot up towards the sky and fly North West.
It was at that moment when he realized what had happened.
"Those two useless fools!" Harrus' grip suddenly tightened, destroying the telescope in his hands. "Useless!"
The Dwarf roared as he threw the broken telescope to the sea. He no longer needed it because he knew that their pursuers were hot on their tail, and it was only a matter of time before they were overtaken.
