Seeing Rosinde bewilderedly taking the Drow Mage away in a rush, Lizrite and Mofei exchanged puzzled looks.
Isn't it just sleeping? Why does the Mage look like he's fleeing for his life?
"Leave this place at once! Retreat two kilometers, fast!"
Although Nifadora was also unsure about the specifics, she chose to follow David's command and her intuition. That intuition toward some latent danger made her scales bristle.
Almost as soon as they had grabbed the recently snatched White Dragons and started flying out, a rumbling snore like distant thunder erupted from the Dragon Nest.
"RUMBLE~"
All the dragons and their kin, including Nifadora, felt as if a chord in their heads trembled along. And then... they just collapsed.
Everything before their eyes went dark. Just do whatever you're supposed to do, why bother running?
[Authority—Sloth]
"Don't sleep! Keep flying! Retreat three kilometers!"
