Feylora didn't try to trade blows head-on.
Her wings snapped open with a single beat, and her body flickered through the air in rapid, shifting angles.
The silver sphere kept locking onto her aura—but every time Maldrake tried to bring the attack down, Feylora would borrow the Primordial Force itself to change her position, making his lock-on miss.
Her speed wasn't just fast.
It was like she was riding the world's power—slipping from point to point on currents only she could feel.
A few breaths later, Feylora had already appeared above and to Maldrake's side.
She brought her hands together in front of her. Behind her, every rune-feather on those wings lit up at once. The Fey Sovereign's power surged from inside her, merging with this world's Primordial Force—and in the sky, it condensed into a gigantic golden eye.
It hovered beneath the cloud layer, so huge it looked like an energy fortress hanging in the air.
