CHAPTER 33 - ARTH

It was the two of them against tens of thousands. Breath racing, Arth sped through the skies, chased by thousands of Ma’rogs; flying beasts mounted by Gunturs. His blood ran wild through his veins as if they’d burst. The Ma’rogs had proved to have powerful wings as Arth struggled from keeping up his pace towards the south.

Only Ma’rogs could go after them if they headed east, and so the plan was to divert their attention while the seed that Elicantris had planted on the encampment had still yet to grow. The seed was their hope to hold off the army, and that’s when they could regroup with the others in Bron’s Cave.

But the plan didn’t turn outright. Arth had underestimated the speed of the beasts chasing him, so he had to work his dragon wings as hard as he could, and it’s causing his blood to run mad, like a wild current of a river.

Arth thought he saw countless arrows flying t