Amon's body fell through the open sky, descending rapidly toward the broken battlefield below, his unconscious form carried only by gravity as the cold wind rushed past him and his blood-stained clothes fluttered violently in the air.
Far below, amidst the shattered forest and the remains of battle, Scarlett suddenly lifted her head.
Her amethyst eyes widened.
She saw him. She saw Amon falling.
For a split second, her mind went blank.
Then she muttered, "No…"
Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up.
Ignoring the pain screaming through her muscles, ignoring the exhaustion that made even standing difficult, Scarlett forced her recovered mana into her legs and dashed forward with everything she had left.
The ground beneath her feet cracked slightly as she pushed herself beyond her limits, her body trembling with each step as she calculated the trajectory of Amon's fall.
'Faster…!'
