When Annan learned Illymoyas was looking for him, he summoned her over.
"Joan said you were in danger." Illymoyas swept her gaze around, her blue vertical pupils settling on the collapsed mountain.
"We nearly got buried in there."
Annan frowned slightly, but he wasn't thinking about how close they had come to dying.
If Grand Lord Raymond had two Epics, he could already match Free City—perhaps even surpass it.
After all, Dean Breichim was outside help, and Mr. Swaro didn't seem inclined to fight for him.
Aga was the only Epic Free City could truly count on.
Annan suddenly realized that if he went head-to-head with Grand Lord Raymond, he might not win.
In the end, fighting the Rikaner Kingdom and then visiting the Elven Royal Court had gone to his head. He had dealt with the Skeleton King, the Thirteen High Kings, the Elven Grand Elder, and the Bloody Queen.
This attack on him had brought him back to his senses.
"You shouldn't get involved here." Wilson looked at Illymoyas resentfully, but her next words took the wind out of his sails.
"This place is getting dangerous. You'd better go back now."
Annan thought she had a point. He had only come out to look for Illymoyas. How had he ended up fighting another lord?
But...
"I can't just watch the people here be enslaved, can I?"
Annan thought of the Children's Bones he had seen in the Mine Tunnel, and Adele's Human Skin in the Grand Lord's Collection Room. He pushed his faint urge to retreat out of his mind.
"Don't worry. No one in the Broken Mountains is safer than me."
Annan might look like he couldn't beat anyone, but no one could beat him either. If pushed, he could call in the Old Ancestor, Little Bat,