"Wait!" the Corpse-Hound Maffey yelled by the side, "Kratos is right. Technically, there's still a White Dragon out there and three humans. There seems to be the scent of Blasphemy Knights."
He sniffed with his sensitive nose and revealed a look of greed. "Such perfectly strong flesh, if I'm able to eat it, perhaps I can safely pass the next Bottleneck."
The movements of the red clouds that were swooping downward immediately stopped.
Bakiloa turned and looked at Maffey.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Maffey glanced at him with dissatisfaction. "Are you doubting my sense of smell?"
Bakiloa did not respond, instead, he set his steely gaze on Kratos, withdrawing the big clumps of clouds that retracted back to the sky.
"From what you've said, he probably hasn't gotten far, maybe nearby here that we can catch up. Can you confirm which direction he headed off to?"
Maffey continued sniffling.
