Strax plunged like a flaming meteor, tearing a rift in the skies with his descent. The heat from his body ignited the very air, and the winds around him exploded into violent whirlwinds. When he touched the ground, the impact shook the earth—the ground cracked beneath his claws, and a wave of energy spread like a silent explosion, pushing back nearby enemies.
Dust rose into the sky like a pillar.
Amidst the whirlwind, his wings closed with a sharp snap. Then, with a low roar, Strax tilted his body, allowing his passengers to descend.
Rogue was the first to jump, sword in hand. His eyes scanned the battlefield with lethal precision.
Cristine descended lightly, her eyes already shining with activated magic circles around her head.
Frieren touched the ground with her bare feet, instantly absorbing the magical energy around her, her hair standing on end with the accumulation of power.
