"Last one to the palace has to write the report about the mission to the King!" she barked.
She didn't even get the chance to finish her sentence. Nova, fueled by a sudden, frantic burst of energy, shot off into the distance. His paws thundered against the path of light, his expression a mask of pure, desperate determination. He respected the King immensely, but he knew the King's idea of a "detailed report" involved hours of meticulous scribing and soul-crushing administrative precision. Nova would rather fight ten Beast Kings than spend a night at a writing desk.
Lunara froze for a heartbeat, stunned by his blatant head start. Then, a primal, draconic roar tore from her throat, vibrating through the bridge. She lunged forward, her powerful wings snapping shut and then flinging wide to catch the aetheric currents. With every massive downstroke, she closed the gap, her claws leaving faint sparks on the rainbow light.
