[Unknown Desert Region Beyond Zahryssar — Before Dawn]
The storm had not ended; it only grew colder and more merciless. Across the endless black desert. Lyresaph continued running through mud, rain, and darkness. Massive silver claws tearing across soaked lands violently, blue dragon eyes glowing sharply beneath flashes of lightning.
And upon his back, Levin struggled harder to remain conscious; his soaked robes clung heavily against his trembling body, his breathing had become dangerously uneven, and every sharp movement of Lyresaph's sprint sent pain twisting through his stomach repeatedly.
Still, he refused to let go because behind him Zahryssar still existed.
And high above the storm, Iru suddenly descended lower through the rain, his wings beating violently against the wind, and then his voice almost disappeared beneath thunder.
"Malika—! There are torches ahead!"
