Nosphaleen's frown deepened. She recognized that aura. They were helping the Thryskai?
An untimely coincidence.
She controlled the disk, cutting across the air. She flew low so that she couldn't be targeted from afar, cutting down every tree they ran into that attempted to slow her down. Despite their best efforts, not only did she not slow, she only accelerated more.
BOOM!
The land in front of Nosphaleen exploded, a surging tide of Aether ripping into the air and bombarding against her skin. She hurriedly made efforts to protect Sylas from the impact, the disk's front face kicking up as she used the air resistance and her telekinesis to come to a grinding halt.
By the time she recovered, there were two men before her, their lower bodies formed of sturdy black-scaled limbs. They were centaurs in build, their form radiating an oppressive, black hole–like presence that suffocated everything that came into contact with it.
