Gravity seized Kane with merciless claws, dragging him toward the unforgiving pavement fifty stories below.
The illusion spell that concealed his fox ears shattered under raw panic, silver-white fur flickering into existence as terror overrode his control.
Wind howled past his face, whipping his hair into his eyes as the city lights blurred into streaking ribbons of color.
His ears flattened against his skull, every instinct screaming at him to find purchase, to cling to something, anything.
But there was only empty air and the sickening sensation of falling.
Kane twisted desperately, catching a glimpse of the rooftop shrinking above him.
The ground rushed up with terrifying speed.
Car horns blared from the street as people scattered, their upturned faces pale dots in the darkness.
A roar of pure fury erupted from the rooftop above.
Cyrus abandoned the writhing spirit without hesitation, his form exploding into draconic power as massive black wings burst from his shoulders.
