The three of them quickly moved to leave, now moving through the Thunderspike Expanse. Albedo was walking, lightning crackling along his shoulders and arms.
Beside him, Ember walked tall and proud, her body swathed in ethereal flames laced with black lightning. And above them, gliding with slow, elegant coils through the charged air, was Nymarielle.
The newly awakened Leviathan radiated ancient grace. She moved not by flapping wings or undulating through space, but by sheer dominion, an aura of water and lightning forming invisible currents that carried her through the air with supernatural ease.
They were close to leaving the area, but were still surrounded by unstable mana storms, twisted monsters, and elemental anomalies.
But none of it posed a threat.
"You're quiet," Nymarielle's voice echoed softly above, a melodic hum that rippled through the air like waves over glass. "You used to mutter to yourself more."
