The weight of authority could crush a man, and the gap between levels was a wall no one could climb.
Marcus simmered with indignation, the feeling sitting bitter and heavy in his chest. If only his Shadow-Stained Gryphon King were stronger. If that majestic creature had already reached maturity, these eagles wouldn't dare so much as chirp in his presence, let alone strut around with this kind of arrogance. They would have bowed their heads long ago, trembling under its shadow.
"I am a cloud…" he muttered under his breath.
Since brute force wasn't an option, it was time to get creative. Marcus didn't waste time dwelling on frustration. He pulled out the Pure Mist Cloud Cluster and began chanting the incantation, his voice low and steady. A soft shimmer rippled outward, and in the next instant, both he and his Violet Thunderwing Steed dissolved into a drifting mass of white vapor that floated back toward the Golden-Petal Snow Eagles.
