Waxel sighed and pointed over into the distant mountain ranges.
Armecolith seemed to instantly get Waxel's meaning before the two of them shot in that direction. Howard watched the two men instantly shoot off into the distance while his body started to feel like it was breaking down.
Turning to try and rush towards them, he looked down and saw an arm had gotten wrapped around his foot.
"Listen to them, idiot. I need you to survive," Oclen's white snakeman arm had extended and clawed around Howard's foot. "Please, please pass me the other part of my body. You can't even catch up to them at your maximum speed. How the hell are you going to hit him with that silver flame?"
Howard looked down and started to weep while he noticed his silver flame had slowly started to disintegrate Oclen's hand. However, he couldn't just let Waxel die! He-he was his descendant right?! Why throw that on him, and then just leave?!