Yuel's voice came clearly through the communicator, ringing in everyone's ears.
"Five minutes."
"Five minutes?"
In the middle of dodging an endless barrage of divine fire, Vangar spared a glance at Vincent, who was still crazily spewing flames through the sky.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
At this rate, if he stayed one second longer, his handsome marshal's uniform was about to become a limited-edition beggar outfit.
"Understood."
He replied with only two crisp words before the silver light around him exploded with speed.
His figure blurred across the sky in sharp, unpredictable arcs, striking at the golden firebird's nerves with ruthless precision.
Seconds crawled by.
Finally, Yuel's voice came through the communicator again.
"Marshal, the flight corridor has been cleared. You can begin!"
At that instant, silver light erupted from Vangar's body.
"You two—move!"
"Drive him upward. Don't let him turn back!"
Vangar barked at Xarion and Paros.
