Jasmine made up her mind. Seeing that the guards had also successfully hunted the sea monster, she did not linger any longer. She climbed onto the back of the Gryphon, the powerful beat of its wings lifting her into the sky as she set off to inspect the lakeside workshop.
Harold was butchering the sea monster, his hands covered in pungent blood, when he suddenly sneezed. A shiver ran down his spine. He scanned his surroundings with narrowed, alert eyes but found no other sea monsters approaching. As for that sea monster pup, it had fled into the forest before the battle began, disappearing to who-knows-where and leaving only messy tracks on the ground.
*Was the feeling of being targeted just an illusion?* Harold rubbed his nose, reassuring himself to relax.
Their horses could not carry such a massive sea monster back to the castle; the animals' strength was limited. Thus, they could only strip whatever was still considered valuable from the monster on the spot.
