The beast lifted its head slightly, then shook it.
No response.
It could feel the connection between them, but that was all. There was no voice, no message. Nothing.
Laura's expression darkened.
She let out a sharp breath. Then, suddenly, she stomped her foot against the ground, her voice rising in frustration. "Damn it!" The sound echoed through the silent mountains.
Another hour dragged by. The tension in the camp thickened like a storm ready to break.
Then, the sound of beating wings cut through the silence.
A shadow loomed over the campsite as a figure descended gracefully from the sky, riding a magnificent flying horse. Its black mane gleamed under the sunlight, its powerful wings folding neatly as it landed.
But it wasn't the elven demigod they were expecting. It was General Celia—one of the Queen's most trusted Supreme-tier warriors. Laura's eyes widened. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, her voice sharp with frustration. "What are you doing here?"
