"Kill the woman and take the Crystal Stone fragments. Kill the man, and the Cross family will never have a genius again!"
Flora Bloom narrowed her eyes, watching the bird-man who was looking at her with disdain. He suddenly let out a sinister laugh. 'A pair of fiery wings? Then the one who killed Luna must be this War God Level expert right before me, Quentin Pryce.'
"Golden Crow, burn him to death!" Flora Bloom said calmly. She knew that with the Golden Crow's power, even if the True Sun Fire hit Quentin Pryce, it wouldn't kill him.
However, wounds from the True Sun Fire were not so easily healed—much like the wound on Lex Cross's arm, eroded by that devouring power, had not healed easily.
"Yes, Master!" As these words were spoken, Quentin Pryce's laughter grew even more exaggerated. "HAHAHA! To think you're a king among birds, yet you acknowledge a tiny human as your master! How is your Golden Crow clan any nobler than my Fire Tribe?"
