~ln the real world, all rests on perseverance~
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Andronika arrived at the sacred mountain, her eyes immediately settling on a bleeding Arne held up in a choke hold by the intruder.
Andronika's eyes widened slightly as she took in the spectral wings potruding out from Arne's back.
What astonished Andronika was that the pair of wings were made of pure flames, the power pulsing off the flames was simply outstanding.
Andronika blinked in surprise, not exactly certain she was truly seeing what she thought she was seeing... since when did Arne have wings?
Andronika quickly shook off her reverie when it dawned on her that if she wasted anymore time, Arne would die.
