The foremost pair of statues were crushed to pieces.
As though not to be outdone, Gogo shot into the clouds like a bolt of black lightning, soaring far and high until he looked like little more than a dot from below.
He took a deep breath and Sylas could feel the rampaging of the skies around them. It was like everything that was here was rejecting Gogo, unwilling to allow him to fly further, to soar higher.
But Gogo took it all in, allowing it to fuel his bloodline, to spark the fury of his Ancestors.
Every echo of his heartbeat was another booming, thunderous peal across the skies.
And then he roared.
The palace shook on its very foundations as Gogo's horns grew even further. Unwillingness, horror, pain, it all laced through the roar, filling it with a distraught sort of Will that crumbled at everything it came into contact with.
