Shovoroth knew what Alice was wishing to do. The corners of his mouth pulled back at the thought. He wasn't going to disappoint. He continued to glide toward the mountain, until he was a few meters away from the peak. Once he was close enough, he angled himself into the air, and with one massive beat of his wings, lifted himself high into the air, creating a torrent of wind rivaled that from a hurricane. The resulting blast of wind caused several avalanches to occur on the mountains around them. He soared past the mountain. He glanced down at his claws, seeing the two Guardians in the palm of his hand. The psychotic one was most likely having the time of his life. The other, not so much. He let out a chuckle, sounding like a deep rumbling sound in his throat, returning his focus ahead of him. He wasn't concerned with Alice, however. He already knew where she was.