Ethan watched the Winged Clan elites closing in, his mood turning heavier by the second.
They were fast—really fast. Fast enough to actually outpace his telekinetic flight.
In the end, he had no choice but to alternate Teleportation with telekinetic flight. It was the only way to keep them from catching him outright… though shaking them was still a long shot.
Not that he was in a hurry to lose them.
What he needed was distance—pull these guys far away from where Chris and the others were hiding, and also far from the Winged Clan's nest. That way, if a fight broke out, their reinforcements wouldn't arrive in the blink of an eye.
They tore across the sky at terrifying speed, mountains and rivers flashing by beneath them like a fast-forwarded map.
Behind him, the Winged Clan pursuers wore expressions of open shock.
They hadn't expected a human to move like this.
"He's got a spatial-type ability," the leader said coldly. "All the more reason he doesn't get away."
"Full pursuit!"
