The silver moonlight illuminated the earth, the mountains, rivers, forests—everything was coated with a new shade. In this pitch-black night, it looked somewhat gray.
Jones flapped his wings, struggling to fly.
On the Keltos Continent, the silver moon symbolizes luck. No matter if they are human or Blood Clan, this view is universally agreed upon. Yet tonight, Jones couldn't find any reason to feel lucky. In truth, the enemy could arrive at his doorstep at any moment. Now, aside from unease and anger, Jones felt nothing else.
Would the letter to Salted Fish Port make it in time?
It seemed unlikely.
The distance from Giant Snake City to Salted Fish Port was several times farther than that to Hilde. If he relied solely on Dora, it was virtually impossible for her to return before dawn. Even with Richie's Guardian Angel and demon-guiding assistance, or Bruto's help in activating space magic, it would still be dawn before anything could be accomplished.
