Crimson mist surged from Silver's body as he flapped his wings. The world trembled with the sound—BOOM!—and before the echo even faded, I tore the fabric of space open again, ripping one rift after another, creating a straight path through space itself.
Silver screeched as he shot forward, his body piercing through the tears. In just two heartbeats, we broke through the last tear and hovered above the capital.
The sky shattered with our arrival. Sonic booms rolled like thunder across the heavens, the clouds scattering as a massive shockwave burst outward.
Silver let out a piercing cry that echoed across the battlefield, a declaration of our arrival.
I expanded my perception, my Psynapse blooming until it wrapped around the entirety of the capital.
Relief washed over me when I sensed Steve and North, they were alive. But the relief was fleeting. Many Grandmasters were badly injured, some clinging to life. Dante himself looked battered, bloodied, and on the brink.
