Chapter Seven Hundred And Eighty Eight – 788
Their fleet followed in Scylla's wake.
Pit flew with her, easily keeping up with the smaller tenku as the storm intensified. With every beat of his wings, it seemed they drew nearer the heart of it, until the world thundered around them like the growling of a ferocious beast. Wind, rain, and ceaseless lightning dropped from the skies. Clouds swirled above and below, until there was little telling between either direction.
The ships cut through them, their prows splitting clouds like sea foam. Pit tilted himself, dragging two of his wings through the thickened mist, scattering it in a broad spray behind him. He laughed through the rain.
"This is fun!"
"It can be," Scylla allowed. She flew quickly and efficiently, her wings flapping at regular intervals and the water slipping off her feathers and fur.
"Four wings. You are on your…fifth Evolution?”
“Nope! My second."
The pale Tenku chirruped curiously. "You... only your second Evolution?"
"Uh-huh." Pit puffed out his chest and flapped his wings to overcome a stiff gust. He was strong, but he was also really big, and the winds did not like to slip around him. "This storm is getting pretty wild."