Before Anthony and his family could gain any significant distance, a figure tore through the atmosphere with a velocity so intense that it seemed to warp the very air around it.
The wind howled in protest, spiraling into wild currents that whistled sharply and trembled with an almost primal fury, as if bowing to the overwhelming force of the intruder's speed.
Collins and his descendants remained motionless, their composure unshaken, as they had already sensed the presence long before it made its descent.
Unlike the sheer force and speed with which the being descended, its landing was remarkably delicate.
Not a single speck of dust stirred as its feet met the ground, a testament to the unnerving precision and absolute mastery over its own power.
None of them uttered a word as the figure landed, choosing instead to wait in silence.
