Quinlan shot higher into the skies. Every muscle and tendon of his was taut as he carried Black Fang on his back.
The wind screamed around them, but she stood tall thanks to the braces of earth he'd wrapped around her already shackled legs. They were not chains of restraint but pillars of support, extensions of his magic that gave her the leverage to stand as though planted on solid ground despite the gale threatening to tear her right out of the skies.
He then looked back at their pursuers and gave a wry sigh. "I can't afford to look down on that void woman… How troublesome."
To that end, he greatly expended his already draining mana output with a grim expression.
The air warped in front of them as his wind manipulation flared, shaping itself into a spearhead. Air resistance crumpled away, shredded before it could even reach them as the pressure was displaced and funneled aside.
They weren't merely flying anymore; they were drilling through the sky.
