The island that had sustained them was gone. Only fragments of rock remained, suspended amid boiling vapors, surrounded by the open void of the ocean. The world around them seemed hesitant to reassemble itself, as if afraid to get too close.
Strax roared, his wings spread in fury, his body covered in black and green scales pulsing like a heart on the verge of explosion. Zani, in his hand, trembled, thirsty, spitting lines of energy that streaked the space like solid thunder.
Scathach, even with half her body burned and her runes broken, walked on nothingness as if on solid ground. Each step created a crimson circle in the air, flaming runes supporting her weight. Her body still bled, but the glow in her eyes was ecstatic.
"Yes…" His voice reverberated, deep, echoing in all directions at once. "This is how you should be, Strax. But you are still trapped." It's still predictable.
Strax growled, spitting black smoke from his nostrils. "Shut up!"
