As Adyr approached, Malrik finally noticed him. He gave a command, and the Frost Wyvern beneath him shifted midair before gliding in Adyr's direction.
"Little brother! I knew you'd come!" He called out with a booming laugh, sincere and unguarded.
He didn't seem surprised by Adyr's wings—nor should he have been. After all, he himself was riding a knockoff dragon.
The two other Rank 3 practitioners noticed Adyr as well, but kept their focus locked on Colossith, ready for anything that might go wrong.
"Yeah. I couldn't just sit and watch while people's lives were in danger," Adyr said, forcing a bitter smile. As if he were some priest devoted to saving the innocent, not a man with a past soaked in blood.
Malrik didn't see through the mask. His expression softened.
