My body cut through the sky like a crimson arrow, wings slicing clouds apart as I soared over the jagged peaks of the mountain range. The wind roared in my ears, but I just leaned into the speed, letting it whip through my hair.
Below me, the mountains finally came into view—layered ridges of stone and shadow stretching endlessly in every direction. I narrowed my eyes and expanded my perception. It bloomed outward like a pulse, flooding into every crevice and corner of the range.
And then I saw them.
"Oh, come on…"
The place was absolutely crawling with [Dead Crawlers].
Dozens—no, hundreds—of the abominations, still lingering even after the Deathmist had vanished. Their twisted bodies skittered along the cliffs and ravines like ants. Ugly, mutated, Essence-deprived ants.
I flared my wings and shifted my direction toward the heart of the range. With one last mighty flap, I dove. Air thundered around me as I plummeted, faster and faster.
Boom!
