On the rooftop, Cezar leaned against the railing, with a palm-sized Nobel Shark perched on his shoulder.
"Let's go, Yaguba... or else the villagers will be devoured by those creatures."
Yaguba shook his head and said softly, "No, don't rush. Judging from their speed, it will take some time to reach the town. Before that, we need to observe if the Royal Court Team will make a move."
"Why?"
"If we run into the Royal Court Team on the way, they might take advantage of the chaos to attack you. Later, they could claim you were killed by those beasts, and no one would avenge you."
Cezar paused for a moment, then gripped the rail tightly: "You're right."
The man and the shark overlooked the island adrift in the sea.
With the luminescent glow of the descending flying fish school, they finally discerned what the herd wandering through the forest was.
