Eren landed on the rocky shore of a nameless island, his WindFire Wings folding behind him before vanishing into wisps of mana.
The wind here was cold and carried the scent of scorched earth and fresh sea air.
The sky above had already calmed after the last wave of lightning had fallen, but the tension in the air hadn't disappeared.
The ground beneath his feet was uneven, filled with broken stone and scattered patches of dried grass. It looked like the island hadn't been touched in years.
Now, it had two unconscious figures lying in the center of a hastily drawn healing formation.
Marina and Azurea landed beside him, their gazes fixed on the scene.
Two of the Root captains had been brought here by the helpers Eren had assigned—one warlock and one witch. The helpers stood a short distance away, watching anxiously.
Eren walked forward and crouched beside the witch. Her condition made his eyes narrow.
