“I’m in,” said Erro before Michael had even finished his explanation. “Where’s Andromeda?”
They were gliding overtop of the tree prison, entirely alone in the night sky. The griffins and vampires battled over Alatreon now.
“Atalanta’s gone to find her and Andrew,” said Michael. “We’ll pull in closer and circle until they catch up. We attack together.”
Erro nodded, and the two griffins dipped their right wings in an about face, raptor eyes on the far side of the battlefield where a se...
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