ALZAR WAS RUNNING.
Under his feet, the earth was heaving, shifting. It trembled harder with every step, energy pulsing through his nerves every time he connected with the ground. He could feel something moving, begging to be let out.
He could feel himself.
He knew what was happening. He didn't know how long he could last, holding it back.
A loose rock slid beneath him, sending Alzar sprawling to the ground. He skidded across the forest floor branches and chips of rock tearing into his knees and forearms. He gasped as he struggled to recover, toxic air collecting in his lungs like oil.
He finally let himself look at the sky. The creature that stretched across the horizon was incomprehensible, but something in the back of his mind told him it was Fancy. Sariel was in the air, wings on his back keeping him aloft. He and Fancy were locked in a dangerous dance of evasion and offense, flashes of light illuminating her twisted form like lightning.
It twisted his stomach, watching Sariel narrowly dodge one lethal blow after another. Alzar gritted his teeth. All he was doing was running.
He was tired of running. He was tired of being scared.
He pulled himself to his feet, sweat gathering on his palms. Sariel had loved him enough to save his life. And now he was fighting Fancy, and he knew Sariel didn't stand a chance.
Alzar gritted his teeth, his eyes burning as he craned his neck to watch Fancy.
He was going to stop her.
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World Eater
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