I rolled my shoulders, and the wings on my back flared open with a soft ripple of mist and Essence.
With a strong push, I launched myself upward, the force of my takeoff cracking the stone beneath my feet. The wind howled past my ears as I soared through the air, heading straight toward the area where I sensed Silver was locked in combat.
Within seconds, he came into view.
Silver's crimson form was a blur of fury, slashing through the air with deadly precision. He was fighting two Abominations on his own—both Dead Crawlers, just like before. Their levels floated above their decayed bodies: 145 and 147.
I hovered midair, wings spread wide, holding myself steady above the treetops. The fight below was brutal, but I didn't interfere. I trusted Silver to handle it.
My eyes narrowed as I scanned the forest around them.
