Ethan was still falling.
The sky stretched endlessly above him, the shattered remnants of floating islands drifting like broken glass in a sea of nothingness, and far below there was only the abyss.
And yet, he looked completely relaxed.
His hands rested behind his head as if he were lying on a bed rather than plummeting through the open air, his expression calm, almost amused.
'There's Elara, Liora, Rowan, and even Talon who can help me.'
But they weren't the reason he was relaxed, nor was he planning on relying on them. It was his confidence that things would work out despite the surrounding chaos.
More black hornets poured out of the burning nest in a furious tide, their buzzing no longer just noise but something oppressive, something that seemed to vibrate through bone and mind alike. Their stingers gleamed like sharpened obsidian, each one capable of ending a life with a single graze.
Yet none approached Ethan, as if they had been instructed not to.
