For the next day and a half, Elian and his escort moved without rest. Be it under the scorching sun or freezing night, they raced toward their destination.
Alpha and Epsilon butchered any that dared to bar their way. Elian didn't even need to lift a finger. The Tyrant could have created a new form that moved faster; with both flight and the ability to create jet turbines, he certainly could.
However, somewhere along the way, he felt inclined to watch the Naga. Alpha's centaurs, along with Epsilon's weird harpy-like kinsmen, fought without rest. With each battle, they grew. Not just from experience, but they reshaped their bodies with each battle.
The centaurs, for example, in the beginning still had snake heads, but soon created armored cobra helms. Their hooves, originally shaped like horses, morphed into those for camels when the group came across sandy terrain.
