If falling from the sky didn't kill them, the screaming wind certainly felt like it was trying to finish the job.
The entire royal courtyard was plunging down like a broken stone plate.
Gravity had completely lost its mind.
Loose cobblestones, broken statues, and thick layers of black sludge weren't sitting on the ground anymore. They were flying upward into the dark night sky, pulled apart by the brutal force of the free fall.
"Hold onto something!" Lucien roared.
His voice was almost entirely swallowed by the roaring wind.
He was lying flat on a tilted stone platform, his fingers dug deep into the iron grating of a drainage pipe.
His other arm was wrapped tightly around Elara's waist, holding her down with every ounce of strength he had left.
A few yards away, Kael was hanging onto a shattered pillar, his legs kicking wildly in the empty air as he tried to get a view of what lay below them.
He squinted through the rushing wind, his eyes widening in pure panic.
