57 Prototype 2 (2/2)

No commands were being shouted out, and Aaron understood that the Tera Masters were probably communicating with their Teras through the Bond.

As if she was done playing around, Anissa put her foot forward, and her Giant Eagle suddenly shot toward the enemy.

”You are too expressive. I already told you that a Tera Master should give no signs in a battle.”

As the old man said this, Joro, as it had been called, did something that answered Aaron's question regarding why it had the Mud Monster on its back.

In a swift movement that was almost too fast to spot, it snapped its wing, and a spike shot toward Daisy, who was going too fast to do anything to dodge it.

It was aimed at its head so as to bypass the armor, but…as Aaron watched with wide-open eyes, the metal blob suddenly pulsed and grew to defend against the attack.

Thud!

With a loud sound, the spike impacted the metal and fell to the ground, while Anissa triumphantly said, ”So what? You'll still lose.”

”Oh, it seems that her training has been going well. This will definitely delight the mentor!”

As the official spoke with enthusiasm beside Aaron, the old man raised a brow and opted not to say anything.

He gave his answer in the air, though, as Joro agilely flapped its wings and rose, allowing Daisy to pass by without hitting anything.

The moment after that, though, it snapped its wing again, and another spike flew toward Daisy's back.

Joro had chosen the perfect moment when both of them were quite close together, so there was no time for the metal blob to react again and blob.

'Arrr!'

Making a painful sound, Daisy had to flap its wings furiously to right itself, as the momentum of the spike had made it falter in the air.

It didn't look like it was bleeding, but it was definitely injured.

”This old man won't go down so easy…”

As the old man laughed and said this, the Eagles began circling in the air again, which was when Aaron suddenly turned around to the sound of a door opening.

As a teenager started stepping down the stairs to reach where he was, Aaron blinked and saw that it was Edmond.

Edmond was different from how he had remembered him last. There was no more of the flustered teen who had been scared of being too late to save his parents. Instead, a confident man strode to him, who seemed like a completely different person from the one Aaron had first met in Skystead Hamlet.

Sitting down beside Aaron, Edmond smiled and got a difficult expression on his face, as if he was struggling to say something.

Finally, after a second, he mustered up the confidence and spoke his mind.

”Aaron, I am sorry, but I think I must ask whether it is possible that our agreement can be put on hold.”