Bab 257: Winged Angel IV

Jonah's eyes widened in shock. No wonder the dragon was still flying around causing havoc. Atticus had somehow failed to kill it.

"I'm fine," Atticus called out. "Don't worry."

"I'm sure," Sirona said darkly in response to Atticus's words before addressing Daphne. "Where are the both of you? Can the both of you make it to the eastern outskirts? I'm with the rest of the evacuated townspeople."

"Atticus can't walk. We need you to come to us!"

Sirona cursed. "Where are you?" 

"We're…" Daphne gingerly peered past the building. To her dismay, she couldn't make out where they had ended up. The streets were already wrecked and all possible landmarks were destroyed beyond recognition. "We'll get Zephyr to fly you over."

"Excuse me? You mean to guide me, right?" Sirona asked suspiciously. The griffin could be an adequate guide, but there was no way its little wings could support her.