Hearing this, Lynch almost lost his balance and nearly shattered the bowl in his hand. Heaven Mountain turning into Sweet Sugar Mountain, even that god named Pate might not be able to bear it.
An eagle in the sky began to descend under the cover of night, but it did not escape the mage's notice. He put down what he was holding, gently waved his hand, and the powerful wand was in his hand.
"You all eat first; I'll go take a look," Lynch said. "Some uninvited guests have arrived."
In the moonlight, three eagles landed on the shore, their bodies quickly enlarged, feathers slowly retracting into skin, muscles swelling, and in no time, they had transformed into human form. They looked at the small boat moored by the river. The mage was now standing at the ship's side.
"Hello, friend," a druid greeted Lynch. "We are allies of nature, from the Sharp Teeth Forest's Druid Sect."
