The foot of the mountain.
"Argghh!" He groaned as he managed to muster up the last iota of adrenaline he had back into his muscles.
The mountain was there, a little far away but there. With every flash of light its jagged outline could be seen.
The brigade of thunderbolts all around him never faltered, so he moved low and swiftly.
To either of his sides, he could still see the hollowmen, running just like he was and, being struck down in seconds.
He turned back and looked up to the sky— like a clash between gods, the sky sparked with electricity, each one more blinding than the last.
But through the sparked clouds, Aegon finally saw it. What seemed to be a figure in the sky just as thunder split the heavens and singed the ground before him.
He jumped back in the nick of time but he'd seen it. Whatever this was, it wasn't a natural storm— it was man-made.
The thought alone made his stomach drop before he thoughts were interrupted by the system.
