"Elin!" he screamed, and this time his throat actually burned from it.
Then the thread yanked.
Not a smooth pull, or a gentle reel.
A sudden snap.
It felt like being punched upward by a giant hand.
Raizen's spine compressed.
Air tore out of his lungs in one violent burst.
The world suddenly turned upside down.
He shot up so fast the wind screamed past his ears like a blade.
The red thread vibrated like a cord under tension, and Raizen's whole body became the weight at the end of it.
He flew past the dragon.
Not close to it, or on it. Wayy past it.
His boots missed the beast's back by several meters.
For one stupid, weightless moment, he was above the dragon, above Elin, above everything, like some kind of tragic acrobat.
Then the pull stopped.
The thread went slack.
Raizen dropped again.
"OH COME ON!" he yelled, voice cracking.
This fall was shorter.
Still enough to make his stomach flip.
Elin moved a small bit.
