Trixtan followed Shade into the vast, open expanse of the air, the wind a powerful, unseen river that they rode. The landscape beneath them, a jagged sea of mountains, blurred into an endless, dizzying tapestry. He kept glancing down, his eyes fixed on the two tiny figures of Link and Calixta as they became smaller and smaller on the ground, a constant worry nagging at him.
"Are you sure about this, Shade?" Trixtan shouted over the wind, his voice barely audible. "Wouldn't it be better to go with them?"
Shade didn't even bother to turn around, his focus a singular, unbreakable force. He kept his gaze fixed on the unseen trail of mana, a faint, almost invisible thread that only he seemed to perceive. The air around him shimmered with the heat of his mana, a contained inferno that pushed him forward with relentless speed.
"Go with them," Shade snapped, the words clipped and devoid of any emotion. The command was simple, a dismissal.
