Cinder flew west as fast as possible. Azrael slowly passed over the eastern and central regions of the Golden Lands until finally reaching the western side.
He had to hurry; Raven's speed had greatly surprised him, to be able to move such a far distance in a single night. There was a possibility of being too late.
Just when he was beginning to get worried, Cinder screeched.
"I see," he muttered. "So she is near."
Before the battle began, he took a glance back. Unworthy Knights, Duskguards, and Nightfletch were topping one over the other in a desperate attempt to reach him.
This was a dangerous gamble, if Cinder flew too slowly and couldn't escape, Azrael would be doomed. Just because he could take on one or two at a time didn't mean he could defeat an entire tide of them.
Thankfully the Nightfletch weren't able to shoot him down since he was too far ahead of them. All they could do was to chase him until he stopped long enough to become a target.
