Clyde was thrown backward through the air and crashed through three floating houses before finally breaking through the wall of a large building. He tumbled across the floor and came to a stop inside what appeared to have once been an office.
Broken desks and chairs were scattered across the room. Several computers lay beneath chunks of concrete, their screens cracked and wires hanging from their frames. Dust drifted slowly through the air.
Clyde pushed himself upright and sighed.
He moved his arms and checked his body. Nothing seemed to be broken. His bones had survived the impact, but his entire body was hurt from the force of the attack. Faint traces of lightning and fire still crawled across his skin before gradually fading away.
That one is stronger than the others. Clyde looked toward the hole he had created in the wall. The white serpent was still out there.
