Silas emerged from the top of the shaft, his eyes scanning the landscape around the volcano's base. The red dirt and dunes stretched out before him, but his gaze quickly locked onto a distant figure soaring through the air. Del.
Without hesitation, Silas activated his flight spells. The power of the Cloak of Flight merged with the hellfire propulsion he'd gained from the Crown of Eternal Flame. He shot into the sky, his body cutting through the air like a missile.
The wind whipped past Silas's face as he accelerated, pushing his newfound abilities to their limits. The city loomed larger on the horizon, its alien architecture growing more distinct with each passing second. But Silas paid it no mind. His focus remained solely on the demon ahead of him.
