C1266 To Test the Old Lord!(1)

"Still no sign of him?"

"Could Yesenia's disciple have really traveled such a great distance?"

Perched atop a steep cliff three hundred miles east of the Bronzethorn stronghold, Harry, clad in a black robe, sat astride a formidable flying barbarian beast with massive black wings.

The winged wolf beneath him radiated a daunting pressure, just a half step from achieving Manifestation