"AARGGHH!!"
The Supreme Magus's body arched backward mid-air, golden light dimming from his frame as blood burst from his lips. His aura flickered violently. The backlash of power hurled him downward like a broken comet. Worse still—dozens of the flying serpents, drawn by the volatile energy, were converging on him, jaws wide and fangs gleaming, ready to tear the Grand Magus to pieces before he even hit the ground.
In a blur of motion, a figure streaked across the air.
"Got you!" shouted Soltz.
They spun together, battered by gusts and heat, before Soltz strained to ascend once again, clutching the unconscious supreme magus to his chest.
"Hold on!!" he muttered. "We're not dying today."
However, time was running out.
