Chapter 158: Demonicon

I didn't want to think about why it was so hard to fly yet again, why I struggled, ungainly and out of sequence, my wings desperately flapping to keep time with my need to run away. I blamed the uncomfortably tight black ribbon that clung to me, but only so I wouldn't have to acknowledge the horrible fear in my heart I'd done irreparable damage to the drach in me by building a wall between that soul and the egos inside me. Turning the tide back toward the woman I had been.

I wouldn't think about it right now. I had important things to focus on.

I crashed through the veil at last, unable to remain aloft and still a fair distance from the Stronghold plane, frustration forcing a massive bellow from my throat. Mountain peaks beckoned, pulling me down toward them. I could spiral, at least, clawed feet extending toward a familiar flat expanse at the top of one jutting spire.