Ethan hovered in midair, his cloak snapping in the wind. In his hand, he held the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign, its tip pulsing with warm gold and deep crimson light.
"Brothers," he called out, his voice rolling through the sky—steady, clear, and laced with a command that brooked no refusal. "We've waited long enough. If we don't move now, the so-called lords of Sky Citadel will come knocking first. So why not beat them to it?"
That lit the fuse.
The fairies were the first to cheer, wings thrumming as bursts of magic exploded around them like golden fireworks. Then came the roar of the Emerald Castle legions, weapons raised high, their battle cries crashing upward like waves against the sky.
Ethan raised a hand and swept it forward.
"Move out."
BOOM—
The heavens lit up.
A storm of figures surged forward, tearing through the sky in a sweeping tide. A living tempest, headed straight for Sky Citadel.
They reached the 16th layer in moments.
