Medakkaru swallowed hard, staring at Moltenus.
“Don’t you have a duel yourself, Moltenus? We’ll take care of our brother and bring him again to Old Brilkatt,” Mirkatthun spoke as Medakkaru could not say “No” to his cousin.
Moltenus slapped his forehead. “Right! My duel is in a couple of hours, before Crennix’s,” he said and dashed to the interior of the red palace to get ready.
Medakkaru let out a sigh, glancing at his brothers.
“I think we should go back to Old Brilkatt.” Mirkatthun waved an index finger. “That way, our cousins would not say anything. Besides, we’ll know more what Old Brilkatt may have in mind after you drank that apazor potion and nothing happened.”
“Are you saying the old dragon shifter gave us a fake one?” Pildogoz questioned his younger brother.
“No, brother. I
