With his heart pounding in his chest, Theovin's eyes widened as he witnessed the menacing demon hastily withdrawing.
Without a moment's hesitation, Theovin propelled himself upwards, his powerful wings extending triumphantly like a majestic tapestry fluttering behind him. As he took flight, his body effortlessly gliding through the air.
Ralph quickly assisted Kalve to his feet, and the two of them hurriedly followed after Theovin, compelled by a sense of urgency.
A haunting stillness settled upon the path they traversed, the absence of sound amplifying the gravity of their pursuit.
The only audible disruptions were the symphony of wings beating in unison, resonating through the air like a rhythmic pulse, and the gentle whisper of wind as it hurriedly brushed against their bodies.
With adrenaline coursing through their veins, they pressed forward with unwavering determination, each beat of their wings propelling them closer to the house.
