"Alright, on my mark, you grab me and toss me like your life depends on it—
Because it very much does."
Vexarion gulped and nodded again.
Sharnoth was still a few meters away, dancing slowly in circles, humming an eerie tune that only she could dance to.
"Now,"
Nux commanded, and then—
Vexarion moved.
Fwoosh
The golden light surged around his arms, his muscles tightened, his strength returning for the first time in what felt like centuries.
He then grabbed Nux by the back of his collar and—
"Throw me straight,"
Nux murmured, his tone almost teasing.
"And don't look back."
Vexarion didn't question it again either. He moved as he was told with only one thought in his mind.
Escape.
He swung his arm forward with all the power he could muster and hurled Nux through the grey air.
FWOOOOSH
Nux shot like a comet of golden energy, straight towards Sharnoth.
The Chaos Heir turned, sensing movement—
"Huh?"
And the next instant, her crimson eyes widened in surprise.
