The forest was closing in. Fast.
At Malakai's current stage, a fall from this height would still snap his bones and force him to slow down.
However, he couldn't afford to waste even a second.
His eyes turned cold. His aura burst to life.
Vita surged through his veins like a wave, igniting every fiber of his body.
His senses sharpened, time slowed. Everything became clear.
And then…
Crack!
His foot slammed into a thick tree branch mid-fall, the impact redirecting his descent.
He hit another branch, then another, each one slowing him, redirecting him, guiding him downward with precise control.
Finally, he twisted his body mid-air and landed in a controlled roll, before stopping, knees bent, body low.
However, despite the rough landing, Malakai's mind had never been sharper.
He didn't waste a single second. Gripping his scythe tightly, Vita roared through his body before he blasted forward at full speed, leaving a surge of dust in his wake.
'I'm being chased.'
