The sky was no longer just an open space—it had become a battlefield.
The wind cut like invisible blades as Strax charged forward at brutal speed, his wings tearing through the air with enough force to leave turbulent trails behind him. The distance between him and Ouroboros decreased rapidly, not because she was slow, but because he had simply decided he would catch her.
And when Strax decided something—
The world adjusted.
His colossal body leaned slightly forward, maximizing aerodynamics, his white scales reflecting the light of the sky as he violently cut through air currents with controlled force. Ahead, Ouroboros flew… but it wasn't a conscious flight.
It was unstable.
Unsteady.
Wrong.
And this became even clearer when he finally caught up with her.
"Ouroboros!" his voice echoed like thunder, carried by the wind and the natural force of his draconic form.
No response.
Her eyes didn't focus on him.
They didn't recognize him.
They didn't react.
