Azbel went towards his father, flying a bit faster.
He looked down to see the gash on the upper part of the long body of the snake.
It was already healing. Grand Saint Magical Beasts already possessed a powerful regenerative ability, after all. King Savur also didn't attack ruthlessly, making him wonder if they put on an entire show to convince him to stay here, but he felt it was unlikely.
"Father, stand up…"
He said, causing Azbel's father to rise. He seemed guilty, unable to look him at his son in the eyes.
Azbel also didn't know what to say.
Now that his anger had receded a lot, he felt awkward and also a bit regretful that he berated his father like he knew everything. He didn't know what his father had gone through, yet wanted to place all the blame on him. Nonetheless, he didn't like this atmosphere, causing him to pat his father's giant snake body.
"Everything's fine now. You can come with us."
