I stayed in the sky, still and floating, surrounded by clouds of my Essence, wings half-folded. My mind raced with thoughts of Dante. Where was that old man?
A whisper brushed my ear, carried through my domain like a ripple in still water.
"What are you doing there just floating, kid?"
My head snapped up.
"Go help them take down the Grandmasters. I won't be able to hold off all three for long."
My eyes widened a little in surprise.
The three Grandmasters with talents…the once I was told about, he was holding them back alone.
My body stiffened. That man was still buying us time.
My eyes narrowed as many thoughts rushed through my head. I had no idea how long he could hold, but I wouldn't waste the time he'd given.
Scanning the battlefield through my perception, I turned toward the far northeast quadrant of the sky.
Edgar.
