"You're making me dizzy," Cassarae complained.
"I can always send you back."
"When'd you become so sassy?" Cassarae asked with a pout.
Sylas didn't reply, and her grumbling only became more prominent. The ground beneath them continuously shrank under Sylas' Runes, causing them to cross kilometers at a time with a careless step. To Sylas, this was fine. But for Cassarae, who didn't have a Spatial affinity, it felt like her head was being buzzed in a microwave.
Things had been bad enough on the Hollow Wing's back, but this somehow felt worse. It was like a continuous series of teleportations, and the world was practically spinning around her.
"Is this because of Elara?" Cassarae complained.
Sylas reached over and took Cassarae's hand, hauling her over his shoulder.
"Hey!"
Sylas ignored her, hopping up as a sweeping blade that felt at least 20 meters long mowed down the entire section of forest.
