Finally, Valachi mustered enough force to blast himself far enough to break free from the immediate surroundings of Ryder's oppressive presence.
So far that he could no longer feel Ryder's aura as suffocating as it had been, no longer sense those casual footsteps maintaining perfect pace behind him.
His body coursed through the air with tremendous force, covering miles of devastated landscape in seconds as he aimed for the battlefield where he knew the double-headed dragon was engaged in combat.
The plan was simple—regroup with his most powerful ally, and escape this nightmare scenario before Ryder could close the distance again.
He arrived at the battlefield just as the impossible had happened, just as reality delivered another devastating blow to his understanding of what humans should be capable of.
He saw a bright red light, definitely the flame of the double-headed dragon, extinguishing just after it had burned off whatever it wanted to.
