"Ray, we have an issue," Flying through the air like cannonball, Ray really wasn't in the best of conditions. His bones were cracked and broken in multiple places and with what Elina had just told him; his mood was only getting sour.
"Damn that thing is strong," Ray thought, cursing the tree back to back.
"Told you not to underestimate it. Now suffer and hurry up. Your mother seems to be in a pickle," Aurora's concerned voice put Ray out of self loathing. Flapping his wings, the ball he was curled in unfurled as he flew straight up; pain radiated through his body but Ray still smiled. After all, what was some pain to him? He had been in worse and had suffered even worse.
