Maer's gaze hardened, her determination unwavering as she led the way towards the execution grounds. She could sense the demonic presence growing stronger with each passing moment, fueling her desire to confront the source of her mother's demise.
Westrow tapped into his Neos energy, channeling its power to propel them forward with incredible speed. Their surroundings blurred as they raced through the celestial realm, their destination drawing closer with each passing moment.They moved in synchrony, their movements fluid and precise, navigating the ethereal landscape with ease. The rush of wind swept past them, carrying whispers of anticipation and uncertainty.