"Wait!" Mage Delin stopped him.
"Hmm?" Mage Wendel paused his movements. He looked at Delin in confusion, his brows furrowed tightly. "Delin, what are you waiting for? The longer we delay, the more dangerous it becomes!"
"Destroy it?" Mage Delin slowly turned around, looking at Wendel.
"No, no, no. Wendel, my old friend, haven't you realized it? What is right in front of our eyes?
"The Nine-headed Demon Serpent Hydra! A rare primordial beast born in ancient times! Its existence itself is a miracle! A living myth of Magic creation!
"Its life form! Its soul structure! Destroy it? That would simply be a reckless waste of a priceless treasure!" Mage Delin said, his voice growing increasingly impassioned.
Raylo's heart skipped a beat. He instantly understood Mage Delin's thoughts.
