Asher flew through the skies of Heaven's Rift, moving with a speed that defied logic. The wind didn't have time to catch up to him, and the world around him blurred into streaks of light and shadow. With every beat of his wings—radiant and powerful—he soared past floating ruins and crumbling towers. Strange glyphs lit up as he passed, reacting to his presence like they sensed something beyond mortal.
Across the Rift, fragments of ancient challenges stirred to life. Guardian beasts, spectral storms, and illusionary traps tried to block his path, drawn by the energy he gave off.
But they never stood a chance.
Asher moved too fast, too clean. Every obstacle was either avoided or shattered before it could even fully manifest. He wasn't here to fight everything. He had a goal—and someone important was waiting for him.
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