Chapter 1142: Mountainfall
Without the power of the lance keeping the mountains aloft, the enormous landmasses began to plummet to the earth. Kavad’s Lance itself shook terribly as the magic around it dissipated; the wind died down, the currents bridging the islands together were quelled, and the bolts of lightning that flashed about the dissolving clouds became rarer and rarer.
Leon, his eyes widening in alarm, leaped from the summit of the mountain back to the platform where the rest of his party was waiting on him.
“Get off the mountain!” he shouted.
“No!” Grandin responded. “The air is dangerous!”
“And staying on this mountain as it falls is better?!” Leon shot back.
Grandin grimaced, but Leon was far more concerned with the falling floating islands. Kavad’s Lance was tall, but it wasn’t floating that far off the ground compared to the islands, and the depression beneath it was likely deep enough to mostly cushion its fall. Many of the islands weren’t so well-positioned, however, and would fall upon the city below if nothing was done.
A large part of Leon felt responsible. This was something he should’ve considered, but all he was thinking about was Artorion. He wanted to get out there and mitigate the consequences as much as possible.
In the brief silence, Leon growled to Grandin, “Stay on the mountain, then. We’re falling. All of the other flying mountains are falling. I’m going to help as much as I can.”
Without another word, Leon hurled himself off the mountain without regard for the possible threats that would follow him. His friends and family followed closely in his wake, and the Tempest Knights after them. He was somewhat amused to see Anzu following, too, not taking Aladir’s opinion into account despite the injured man’s protests. With Anzu carrying Aladir off, Grandin had no choice but to follow, too.