Chapter 89
In an instant, the earth was as bright as day.
The sun’s light aimed its glow toward the wings of the hawk in the sky. The light exploded forth, bleaching the world white, as the sun devoured the black shadow.
Bang, bang, bang.
For a blink of time, the monster disappeared as the light expanded, enveloping its figure. Allen opened his eyes that had instinctively shut. As the remnants of the attack faded away, the ancient monster re-emerged.
It was still flying, unharmed.
As if Allen’s attack had not ruffled nor damaged a single feather, the monster proudly boasted its appearance, its title as the ruler of the sky.
No, the attack hadn’t been entirely ineffective.
Allen squinted his eyes. The monster staggered for a moment. It had absorbed some damage.
Vedrfolnir, too, was a creature of flesh and blood. It was just pretending that the attack had been useless, making a show of it so as not to appear weak before its enemies. It had been sealed away for thousands of years, so it wouldn’t be at full power, surely. Otherwise, they would have stood no chance against it.