Under the brilliance of the twin moons, a giant eagle, its feathers emitting a soft glow, sliced through the night sky.
On its back was the elf Ganmu, tightly hugging a box, and behind him sat Wei Dianyuan, also clinging firmly to a box.
The latter's box contained Leyesapo, the octopus brother who was continuously subjected to the Banishment Technique.
For some Northern reasons, they didn't kill this boss, but brought him back instead.
The two agility-based professions were still clutched in the claws.
Despite being shivered by the cold wind, Ganmu couldn't help but look back and ask.
"Why aren't they sitting up here?"
For this elf, who could be called either obtuse or a few strings short of a harp, the three of them felt a certain admiration.
He not only quickly accepted the concept of words floating above a skeleton's head.
He also persistently tried to communicate with the three in Elvish.
