Thud!
The small wooden boat in the Atrean style automatically glided across the dark green sea, slowly approaching the shore. Olivia, dressed in a white long dress, covered her mouth and giggled, floating down the bow like a graceful white cloud.
Behind her.
Liweina, in a fiery red dress, glared angrily at Aiven while instinctively tightening her grip on Aiven's cloak, as if fearing being left behind in such a terrifying place.
Apparently, even the "Titled Knight," strong-willed enough to create miracles and death-stare ordinary Evil Spirits, isn't entirely flawless.
Letting Liweina cling to him, Aiven looked up at the sky deep within the desert:
"Hmm, they're here."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Led by two ageless and strikingly elegant ladies, large black cliff eagles and somewhat smaller ravens soared across the sky towards them.
