The night gradually passed in tense anticipation.
As the first sliver of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, the appointed time had come.
However, there was still no sign of Otto III.
Raylo stood on the edge of the cliff, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the western sky, which was still shrouded in darkness.
"What's going on? Don't tell me His Majesty the King got lost?"
Kado grumbled from behind him.
Raylo said nothing, but the unease in his heart grew with each passing moment.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Another hour passed. The Sun had fully risen, its golden light spilling across the sparkling, shimmering sea.
Still, there was no sign of Otto III.
Raylo's heart sank.
The original plan was for the Flowing Wind Giant Dragon to take on one enemy, and Otto III the other.
Now that they were missing a key combatant, it would be a near-impossible task for the Flowing Wind Giant Dragon to face two Catastrophe Level opponents alone.
