For a moment, the glowing runes in the sky stood still, giving both the decoy and strike team respite from the onslaught of Tower Tier spells.
"Move!" With his opponents paralyzed and the cover fire interrupted, Lith unfolded his wings and traversed the final kilometers separating him and his group from the World Tree in the blink of an eye.
"Wait, you bastard!" Radoghorn was still regenerating and he couldn't afford the risk of sending Valtak alone.
Sure, The Golems were motionless, but there was no telling how long the phenomenon would last. Were the colossal constructs to recover while the Father of Fire was away from both Radoghorn and Lith, Valtak's personal mission would fail.
"Don't worry, Father. We can catch up with them again." The Elder Wyrm drew avid gulps of air, his lungs burning from the mere effort of keeping Radoghorn's fighting pace. "Focus on recovering."
