Gayron laughed and snagged Borealis, holding him awkwardly under one arm. The demon squawked louder and squirmed out of his grip, flapping to Fable and perching on his head. The wolf huffed but ignored him.
Gayron and Korra surrounded themselves with their mana. I squeaked in surprise, clinging to Korra as we lifted off the ground. Her face softened as my tail wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," she promised.
At Korra's assurance, I nodded, hiding my face against her chest. True to her word, the only real sensation of flying was the flutter of the wind in my hair.
As we rose above the canopy, I risked a peek and let out a soft gasp. There was nothing but devastation beneath. The center of it all was a crater some half mile wide, stripped bare of vegetation and soil. The mighty trees of Sylvarus had been rooted up and tossed aside like weeds, their trunks broken and branches shorn.
