The two staff wielders and archers were shaken, thinking that the arrow was headed for them. Their hair stood on end. It was simply moving too fast, and the fog of the earlier blizzard hadn't quite dissipated.
But, the arrow simply landed on the barrier, causing it to shake violently. Though it held up, they nearly lost their footing on the top of it, further delaying them.
By this point, Sylas had already turned his back to them. Not only that… but his tail and scales vanished, returning him to his base form.
They had spent this entire time trying to force him back, and now he seemed to be forcing that distance himself.
Aerwyna's gaze flickered, then she held up a hand.
Sylas didn't look back, rushing toward the edge of the catacombs. It was only when he felt that they weren't rushing after him that he slowed.