A ripple passed through the air behind them. Quinlan's head snapped back just in time to see the skies warp and tear.
The Scarlet Lilies were giving chase.
It wasn't flight that allowed them to pursue; it was not the kind of movement that was granted by wings or wind magic.
This was something wholly unnatural. The lead woman, clad in midnight-black robes, didn't glide or soar - she blinked.
Each move of her skipped reality itself, with her body vanishing into nothingness only to reappear ahead in the blink of an eye.
And the others? They didn't even have to move. Threads of warped magic tethered them to her, dragging them along. One moment, they were miles beneath. In the next, they were nearly upon him.
The sheer absurdity of their advance made Quinlan raise a concerned eyebrow. He was hoping that being so high in the skies meant that they were safe due to Morgana's absence.
