His instincts were screaming at him, and Hadjar knew that he would be obliterated if he attempted to block the strike or the shockwave even slightly grazed him. Instantly choosing another course of action, he dodged to the side at full speed. The soldiers could only make out the blurry form of a raven’s wing as he moved faster than the naked eye could process.
The wing glided across the sand, avoiding the golden wave, but it didn’t stop its swift flight once it was safe, or even slow down at all. The ghostly blades continuously flew out of the wing as it moved around Dragon Tooth. They were so fast and there were so many of them that they merged into one continuous, blue stream of wind, sharp and merciless, that left deep gouges not only in the stones and ground, but also in the very spac
