Zynthor glided through the air above the black artery the parasites had constructed toward their city as he surveyed the terrain below.
The artificial pathway stretched out like a dark scar across the once monster-infested landscape, its engineering precision a mockery of the natural world around it.
The path lay deserted now, clear evidence that the humans had made considerable progress in their escape.
The main body of fleeing warriors had clearly moved on.
'Zantem must have pressed far ahead from the start,' he mused, maintaining his steady flight while scanning for any signs of combat. 'Likely trying to block the escape route of the first fugitives.'
The strategy made perfect sense.
His companion would surely be accumulating the necessary kills to earn the right to cross the barrier afterward.
It was the perfect plan to get the pass to go and wake their Queen up and keep the core as far from human hands as possible.
