Every few minutes, something tried to reach him.
A winged beast burst from the treetops, screeching loudly.Asher didn't even turn his head.
A small flick of his aura cut through the creature before it got close, and its body dropped back into the forest below.
Another creature—this one larger, with four glowing eyes—leapt from a mountain ledge and tried to pounce into his path.
Asher kept flying.
The beast hit a wall of invisible pressure around him and was crushed instantly, turning into ash before it fell.
Lower down, a pack of night-stalker hounds sensed his presence and tried to chase him, their howls echoing through the trees. But they couldn't even get within ten meters. The pressure of his aura alone flattened them to the ground.
Nothing slowed him.
Nothing reached him.
The sky was dark, the land beneath even darker, but Asher moved forward steadily—an unbroken line of motion across the night.
