Both of them plummeted, the hundreds of meters separating them from the hard, compacted soil and stone that comprised the ground closing in fast, before using their own means to stop their descent.
Meanwhile, the guards on the ground were panicking at the sight of two people falling from the bough of the tree, and running around on the ground, trying to think of a way to break their fall.
But their aid was not required, as both sovereigns suddenly slowed down, one with a gout of flames, and the other with a burst of wind, before landing on their feet, like nothing had happened.
Phoenix smoothed out her wrinkled dress, and Astaroth walked to her, smiling like an idiot.
"I had a splendid view while going down, being behind you and all."
She elbowed him in the ribs, motioning at the guards that were getting closer, and he chuckled.
"Your grace! Are you alright?!" a guard asked, in panic, looking at Phoenix from head to toe.
