The next morning, the neatly dressed pair stepped out of the tent. Robin still had a faint blush on her face, but there was now a certain resolve and tenderness in her eyes.
Dawn stored the tent in his storage space, naturally took Robin's hand, and headed toward Angel Island. (I actually wanted to write that he held her in his arms here, but the height difference between them really is a bit too big...)
Along the way, Dawn began collecting Shandora's gold. All he had to do was touch it, and large amounts of gold were stored away in his dimensional space.
The gold bricks on the walls, the gold tiles on the rooftops, the gold-paved streets—the entire city visibly shed its splendid outer layer, exposing the stone foundations beneath.
Such a huge commotion naturally could not go unnoticed.
A figure raced down from the top of the Giant Jack. It was a winged pegasus, its pink skin dotted with black spots, ridden by an old man in a silver helmet with a thick white goatee.
Gan Fall, the current ruler of Sky Island.
Holding a knight's lance, he rode Pierre, the Sky Point Bird that had eaten the Horse-Horse Fruit, and came to an abrupt stop before them.
Gan Fall looked down at the pair. Noticing that they lacked the distinctive wings of Sky Islanders, he furrowed his brows. Then he glanced at Shandora, now devoid of any gold, and his expression darkened.
"Blue Sea people, hand over the gol—"
Before he could finish his line, Dawn's free hand shot out. Before Gan Fall could react, he had already grabbed one of Pierre's legs.
Pierre let out a terrified neigh as Dawn swung his entire body around and smashed him heavily into Shandora's ground, leaving a crater as