Sulthar transformed into his dragon form. Damian, Lucian, Sam, and even T'korran were on his back. The cracked magma body of Sulthar was deadly for any normal person, but for a guy made of lava and third rankers, it was a much cooler platform than the scorching fast wind rotating alongside the purple tornado.
Whichever way Sulthar moved, the mad knight forced the purple vortex to turn in that direction. They may be saving seconds here and there with fast turns, but eventually, they would get too close to the wids to end up in the ocean of flames.
The obsidian knight got tired of observing as well and started chasing them, occasionally sending the giant blue arcs of his massive sword.
'He is playing with us,' Damian thought.
And why would he? The mana inside the guy was over five times what Sulthar had. And Sulthar was the strongest high-legendary rank he knew.
