The sudden attack had come completely outside Angel's expectations. By the time he reacted, it had already reached his face, and darkness filled his vision.
Angel's body had not even had time to react; only his pupils contracted slightly.
At that critical moment, the breeze barrier around Angel suddenly seemed infused with newborn strength. The breeze was gone; a hurricane descended. The black light, the instant it reached Angel's face, was like a cannonball striking a thick layer of rubber. It bent and stretched, but could not advance another inch.
"On my territory, you still dare lay hands on Odecras's messenger." Fafnir's cold voice rang in his ears in an instant.
Only then did Angel feel everything around him resume its motion. His heartbeat returned to normal, the silence at his ears became noise once more, and even his slightly blurred vision grew much clearer.
He raised his head and looked at Fafnir some distance away.
Though he did not know what had happened before, nor what Fafnir had said, Angel understood that Fafnir must have blocked the earlier attack for him.
Angel wanted to offer his thanks, but the atmosphere at the scene was taut as a drawn bow. There was simply no chance for him to speak.
At that moment, Iyadase—his bone wings folded, his body clad in black bone armor—said something else. Fafnir's aura instantly surged. His mismatched blue and red eyes gleamed faintly; patterns of Dragon Scale slowly emerged across his oily black skin, and behind Fafnir, a terrifying dragon-shaped phantom gradually formed... It was unmistakably his wind dragon form!
The atmosphere seemed to have reached its freezing point.
Angel's thoughts raced wildly as he considered what he ought to do now. But before he could come up with anything, a black wind appeared beneath his