Garrock's heart pounded, but he couldn't afford to mourn the loss. Not now. They were almost at the island.
"Keep moving!" he roared, his voice rough with both anger and determination.
As they finally neared the edge of the floating rock platform, Garrock let out a deep growl. With one last swing of their bodies, they hurled themselves toward the island. The impact was hard—stone meeting stone—but they had made it. Solid ground.
The relief was short-lived. Another screech echoed through the air as a second sky beast—a larger, more menacing creature—dove toward the Terra Clan. Its wings beat fiercely against the air, and lightning crackled from its eyes. Garrock realized it was coming in fast, aiming directly for them.
"We can't fight it here! Not like this!" one of the clan members shouted.
