I could feel the two commanders' magic slowly warping reality. An unnatural cold began to settle over the battlefield. Even the Ereth seemed to be affected by it as the Inquisitors called upon the Divine Pillar's light to aid their troops.
I wanted nothing more than to just fly down and kill the remaining inquisitors, but without me and Vixia leading the battle up in the sky, our troops would soon be forced to retreat. We had already suffered so many casualties. As such, I did what I could – focused on the battle at hand.
My wings stretched wide, I dove through the Ereth ranks. I could hear the sound of leathery wings beating as a large group broke off from their ranks to chase me. I ignored them, I was too fast for them to catch up.
As I flew below the Ereth ranks, with a beat of my wings I rolled on my back and raised my hands up into the air. Flying upside down, I called upon my flames. They burst out of my open palms like a pair of flamethrowers.