As soon as the trembling voice of the Merfolk General came through the earpiece, Kayden's expression changed.
It felt like something was wrong.
"Sir Kayden, I think you should really come and see this." The Merfolk Spoke.
Those words weren't spoken with urgency alone—they carried something else. A fear that seeped through the device like cold water.
Kayden's eyes narrowed sharply. He turned to glance at Vereshia beside him. The silver-haired woman caught the look instantly and gave a firm nod.
"Go," she said calmly, already pulling her sword back into position. "I'll hold the line here."
"I won't be long," Kayden said, fire beginning to spark around his boots.
With a blast, he shot into the sky like a comet, his figure wrapped in brilliant red and yellow flames.
The very air cracked and sizzled as he broke through clouds, his speed causing sonic booms behind him.
Each explosion launched him faster and farther.
