Kael wasted no time observing what would happen behind him.
The instant Nidhogg dodged the enormous trunk that pierced space like a continental spear, he propelled mana through the runes scattered across his body and leaped from the surface of the dragon's scales. The world seemed to spin around him for a few seconds, but the inscriptions left by Elion reacted immediately, stabilizing his position in the air before gravity could drag him into the depths of that impossible realm.
Currents of golden energy surged beneath his feet and back, forming temporary support structures. They weren't wings per se. They were adaptive magical constructs created by the runes, shaped to allow him to survive in an environment where the normal laws of reality held little relevance.
Behind him, Nidhogg's roar echoed through the gigantic branches of Yggdrasil.
Other trunks began to move.
Not like trees.
But like living limbs.
