Spotting Jolthar's unconscious form, lying perilously close to the crumbling edge, Eran didn't hesitate. He darted toward him, dodging falling debris with agility honed by countless battles.
But Maelruth had been quicker; Eran saw the drake standing beside Jolthar, nudging him.
With a practised motion, Eran slid down to Jolthar, scooping him up with surprising ease despite unconscious Jolthar's weight. "Come on, boy, hold together!" he muttered under his breath, though Jolthar couldn't hear him.
Debris rained down around them as the canyon floor tilted further inward, the relentless pull of the sinkhole threatening to drag everything into its depths.
Eran hauled Jolthar onto Drake's back, securing him with one arm while gripping the reins tightly with the other.