Pantheon triggered teleportation, trying to break free from the Astral Beast.
But instead of escaping safely, they were thrown into a spinning waves of colors.
Space twisted around them—red, blue, and gold—colors stretched and snapped like frayed threads caught in a never-ending loop.
(Brat, this is bad! Something's gone wrong—I can't control the space!)Pantheon's voice roared through the distortion.
But Asher was already unconscious. His body floated limply, head tilted back.
Only an SSS Rank could survive this much space distortion —and even then, barely.
(Damn it. If this keeps up, we'll be separated… Thrown who knows where,)
Desperate, the ancient dragon flew toward Asher's drifting body.
The dragon coiled tightly, its thick, plated scales sealing around Asher like armor.
Spatial winds twisted and hurled them like a leaf caught in a hurricane. Pantheon gritted his fangs, clinging tight as the world spun faster.
Then suddenly—silence.
