Chapter 690: Two Kinds of Wills
R’lissea waved her staff, and the forest groaned. Trees and vines moved, slithering back into the ground, revealing the darkening sky overhead. Smoke and dust spread across in a blanket of clouds, hiding the stars, and the sun had vanished over the caldera horizon.
"Do you think you can sense him?" I asked, looking up at Fyren.
He shrugged. "His soul is far less...unique than yours ever was, but I wouldn’t be a demon if I couldn’t."
"Hold on a sec," R’lissea said, raising her staff. The emerald glowed brilliantly, and six magic circles appeared.
"Life Dragon," she whispered.
The forest converged on the spell, twisting into a thirty-foot-tall behemoth of bark, stone, and leaves. It roared silently at the sky, stretching wings woven of leaves before lowering its head at the slender elf. She reached up and stroked its nose, smiling.
"It’ll be easier to move this way," she said, jumping up its leg and settling in the crook between its wings.
Fyren nodded and jumped after her, using its leg like a ramp. I shifted my grip to R’lissea, holding her about the waist, as he gently lowered me.
"Sorry for the trouble," I mumbled, hugging her tightly.
"It’s nothing. Just awkward to carry you and fight at the same time," he said.
Fyren remained standing on the elemental’s shoulder as it spread its wings and took flight. Trails of smoke and dust drifted on the wind as we rose, but I took a deep breath, doing my best to keep my tail from quivering as the ground fell behind.