The Pegasus's coat was a rare gray-black, like clouds before a storm. Though its frame wasn't massive, it gave off a sense of explosive power.
It simply stood there alone, its stance full of hostility, warily eyeing every creature that approached.
Bach followed his gaze. His expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"Lord Baron, not that one!"
"That one's a maniac. It has a violent temperament and has already injured three of our Beast Tamers."
"We were about to put it down to prevent it from going berserk and hurting the other Pegasi."
But Velin acted as if he hadn't heard.
He strode forward, heading straight for the Pegasus that everyone had already condemned.
The Pegasus immediately felt Velin's gaze upon it.
WHOOSH—!
The dark gray feathers on its wings bristled, standing on end like a forest of blades.
It lowered its head, muscles twisting and bunching beneath its skin. A low growl rumbled deep in its throat, a clear warning.
