บท 133: 133 – Their Anger

{Vorn's POV}

Instead of responding to the prophet's attack, I flew toward the wyvern, then spun my body at high speed.

I kicked the back of the beast's head. Its flight path instantly fell apart, and its mouth coughed up flames.

As expected, the prophet couldn't control the wyvern whose brain was injured. It's like the two of them have an inner connection or something.

"Ilroth!" The prophet called out to her pet and shot the metal rope again.

However, this time I caught the rope before it clung to the wyvern. "Enough playing around."

I pulled on the rope with a heavy thud, instantly shattering her arm armor and the device underneath.

Having no other way to stay in the air, the prophet free-falls downwards.

And I flew closer to her.

She tried to stab me with her sword, but I caught her hand and twisted it. She screamed in pain as her hand made a terrible cracking sound.