©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 147: Taking Flight
Next chapter:
Chapter 149: Filling The Senses
PREVIEW
... ought-hiss after thought-hiss as I led the assault on Tiamats creations. One thought-hiss commanded the [Little Guardians Totem] bearer to flap its wings hard, arresting its movement and holding its place in the air. Others sent gold-blue bad-things here or there, flitting in and out as they searched for weakness in the enemy.
My forces were met with sharp-tipped limbs and fangs, each lashing outward with an intensity that spoke of rage. There was no confusion among them ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE














![The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]](http://static.novelbuddy.com/images/the-royal-military-academys-impostor-owns-a-dungeon-bl.png)












