Shouts rang across the open sky.
"It's Caelthar—he's the one approaching!"
"That's Lady Ishtar with him!"
"Then who in the is the one chasing them?!"
A mid-sized Nephilim flying vessel drifted between cloud layers, its deck crowded with magus and guarded by three Grand Magus whose divine senses had been locked on the pursuit long before it entered visual range. Only moments ago had they realized who was fleeing—and that realization sent a ripple of unease through everyone aboard.
"He's coming straight toward us…"
The wind twisted violently as Caelthar's voice echoed across the sky.
"Nobles of the Malachir, I request assistance!"
The plea was not repeated.
Caelthar redirected his massive flying sword without hesitation, descending toward the Malachir vessel. Ishtar clung close as they landed heavily upon the deck. The instant his feet touched down, Caelthar folded into a lotus position as he stabilized his internal flow, suppressing the violent turbulence within his body.
