Riding the Golden serpent through the sky was exhilarating. The wind roaring, my cloak fluttering behind him, and the rush of heat in his veins.
There was no up or down; everything spun and moved in a blur.
Faust willed the serpent higher into the sky as the giant black bear turned its horns upwards and fired.
The magic cannon screamed like a jet engine. The crystal blue pillar of magic stretched into the air faster than Faust could move.
But on the serpent's back, he was faster. He made it loop around the beam as the bear adjusted to catch them to mock it.
After five seconds, the beam stopped and the serpent streaked down like a bird of prey. Faust's red axe was its talons, tearing a deep gash into the body of the monster.
He used Dark Maw to tear a giant chunk of the monster's flesh. Blood splattered over the sandy beach and the monster roared.
As he returned to the sky, Faust turned back and cast a fireball that illuminated the sky like a second sun.
