Chapter 7
An hour and a half later, Nali dipped under a branch and swerved to avoid a tree before gliding over a thick covering of ferns toward Asahi. She pulled up a few feet from him, retracted her wings, and landed on the soft soil with the ease of a swan landing on a calm lake.
“It’s as if the alien has just vanished,” she commented.
“My guess is that it went into hiding. It is injured,” he responded.
Mr. Gryphon snorted. “That thing isn’t the only one feeling injured! You would think that after dismembering and disintegrating part of the fiercest foe the Isle of the Monsters has ever seen, my nincompoop wielder would give me some well-deserved rest, but oh no, here I still am, being brandished through an endless forest like I’m some common pitchfork!” the Mr. Gryphon irritably com
