From below, the hunters finally spotted him.
Their expressions twisted in shock.
"Is that… Timothy?!"
"The hell is he doing up there?!"
The assassin, the warrior, and the mage, the woman who had trapped Timothy before all scrambled to safety.
The other woman, the one who had initially guided Timothy into the underground passage, stayed behind.
She prepared to join the fight.
And then she attacked.
A massive fireball exploded against both Timothy and the wyvern.
Timothy turned his head sharply, spotting the woman floating in midair, a psychic image of a lizard manifesting on her shoulder.
The spectral beast opened its jaws, spewing flames relentlessly.
She showed no hesitation, no concern for friendly fire only pure aggression.
The wyvern, sensing the battle turning against it, flapped its wings with all its might, launching itself into the sky.
Timothy held on.
