Evangeline raised a delicate eyebrow. Before she could refuse, Drake had already wrapped an arm around her waist and leapt from the mouth of the cave.
Loras was a step too slow. His expression changed as he watched Drake plunge off the cliff with Evangeline. 'He knew it. A Drake with his memories restored would never let go of his hatred so easily. He's been pretending all along!'
Loras, overcome with anxiety, was about to follow them down without a second thought.
The next moment, a piercing cry tore through the heavens, scattering the surrounding clouds and mist.
Immediately after, a massive, gold-and-red Goldeagle with a wingspan of several dozen meters swept past Loras, kicking up a fierce gale.
He vaguely made out a slender figure on the Goldeagle's back, almost completely concealed by its gold-and-red feathers. He froze for a second.
Drake shot toward the Vulture Clan's territory like a gale-force wind.
