Chapter 93
The moment we explode free of the molten crater, Rygun churns.
We hunt the fading trail of embers left by the Elding Bird; a trail that shoots north toward The Burn, arcs west, then cuts south like a flaming arrow.
No …
My heart plunges as we pulse in place. As Rygun’s head swings farther left, his body twisting until we’re pointing toward Netheryn. To where, in the far-off distance, Arkyn’s beast is cutting a path through the blasting tumult like a ruddy glimmer in the dim.
“NEI, RYGUN! NEI! HUK ATáH TUíL áHN-UH!”
I bellow the words while also blasting them at his internal blockade. Orders for him to hold ground. That we’ll find another way.
“HUK ATáH TUíL áHN-UH!”
He roars in raging defiance, tosses his head, and powers his wings with such force my head knocks back, charging south while I bellow myself breathless. Thundering orders he ignores, chasing the sputtering trail left by the Elding Bird’s wings and tail feathers.
Dread knifes me, cutting deeper than a physical blade ever could.
I stop screaming. Come to the sinking realization that there is no point.
Rygun’s hunting, and nothing I say or do will stop him from doing his part to avenge me and my family.
That, above all, is something I understand.