"Pitiless?" Johnnie was puzzled. "Up here in the snowy mountains, is there anyone who could threaten her?"
He knew just how powerful Pitiless was. Even injured, no one but those Lizardmen would be a match for her.
Snowy went on."It's Owen. That bastard is trying to seize Master's body."
"Owen? He isn't dead?" Johnnie frowned. He clearly remembered that in the Dragon's Lair, Owen had tried to ally with the Demon race against him—and had been killed by him.
And if Owen died in the Dragon's Lair with his Divine Soul extinguished, how was he still alive? Was there something special about his Divine Soul?
Even so, with Pitiless's strength, she shouldn't fear Owen.
Johnnie didn't dwell on it. "Go. Take me up there."
He vaulted onto the unicorn's back.
Though injured, the unicorn Snowy could still carry him without issue.
Whoosh…
The cold wind howled as the unicorn's great feathered wings spread and they shot toward the summit.
Boom! Boom!
