Marcus turned toward the direction of the two thunderous whinnies, genuine astonishment washing over him the moment the sound hit. The sheer force behind those calls was staggering, powerful enough to ripple through the air like a shockwave. Beneath him, his Mythic Mount, the Violet Thunderwing Steed, screamed in distress and reared violently, its wings beating erratically as it stamped and twisted midair, refusing to continue forward.
Low, anxious cries rumbled from the steed's throat, its muscles tense and unresponsive to his commands.
'A Divine Beast,' Marcus thought immediately, a slow, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Luck really was on his side today.
