"Wait."
The stone-skinned man blocked another strike from the armored wolf before roaring,
"Old man, if you have something to say, say it quickly!"
"We have to deal with these four first." The old mage raised his staff.
The winged woman's pupil-less eyes turned toward him.
"Together?"
"For now. We may not be of one mind, but our objective is clearly similar. The specifics can be discussed later."
The old man smiled faintly. His gaze briefly swept across the angel and the phoenix.
The angel's expression remained indifferent. However, he didn't reject the suggestion. The phoenix frowned.
"And the wolves outside?"
"Leave them to me."
The old mage's answer was immediate, delivered through Wide Voice Transmission so quickly that not a second had passed.
