Chapter 315: The Lower Docks (Part 2)
Draven maintained a continuous, highly compressed aerodynamic cone directly in front of the beast. He was actively parting the atmosphere, completely erasing the wind resistance so Astraxion could fly at a speed that defied basic physics.
His mana core burned with a deep, punishing ache. He was force-feeding his own raw energy directly into the beast's system to sustain the impossible pace. The strain was immense. Blood began to drip slowly from Draven's nose, freezing instantly against his cheek in the high-altitude air.
He ignored the pain.
He remembered the corrupted bone in the clerk's apartment. He remembered Isolde's exhausted voice warning him that the trap was collapsing. He refused to let the architect of the shadow economy simply sail away into the dark.
"Faster," Draven commanded, pressing his hand against the dragon's scales.
