“WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY???!!!” Cronus loudly growled at the wizards and witches guarding the deck of the ship.
Hundreds of arrows are directed towards him and Uri at the moment. It took them a long time to follow Icarus scent as he has the strongest because of space. Tracking someone who flew miles away up above the clouds is difficult because of the wind which dissipates the scent.
“Calm down, your highness.” Uri said as he turned to Cronus. Having hundreds of expert archers around them with arrows directed to them would is a deathbed.
Cronus has never been himself ever since they flew away from Mortana. The death of his brother and the destruction in the Kingdom itself gave a great toll on him.
“Put your arrows down. They’re not enemies.” A voice suddenly commanded from the shadow
