Hill stood on the terrace, his expression somewhat eerie.
It wasn't because of Ambori, who foolishly thought to drown a Sea God with sea water, but rather those thunderbolts all targeting the highest peak of the Sword Mountain Range.
It seemed like Terry's house was acting like a lightning rod!
And though the golden paint contained waterproof potion, the ingredients were still metallic. Thinking of the countless Gold Coins and the pointed rooftops, Hill slowly gasped in a breath of cold air.
"Roar!" A roar erupted from the inn below, and Terry, having reverted to his original form in anger, dashed out the door and flew back toward the clouds under the gaze of a crowd of onlookers with wide eyes.
"Roar…ar?" From the change in Terry's voice, Hill could tell that at least one Dragon Egg had appeared on the mountaintop.
Hill slowly turned his head, pretending to know nothing, his eyes fixed on Ambori as he surfaced with the rising sea.
