The rift behind Amon widened, its edges crackling with dark energy that devoured the surrounding light. He stood at its mouth, glancing back over the battlefield, searching for Helena among the chaos.
She was still too far away.
Further than Song Liu even, caught up fighting off a cluster of frenzied chimeras that had turned on their own handlers in their mindless panic.
Amon didn't spare Song Liu a single thought—she could fend for herself, or she couldn't; it didn't matter to him either way.
But Helena—
"Helena!" he roared, his voice splitting into overlapping frequencies from all his throats at once. "Get over here, now!"
She heard him. She turned, wings snapping out behind her, already pushing off the ground to close the distance.
But Noah's blade came down before she could even clear half the gap.
It wasn't fast in the way a normal sword strike was fast.
