The Immortal Bird

There was no time to waste at all; the girls had to make it to the Colorless Highlands before the Jinn did, or at least make it there before the Anqa had time to prepare or escape.

It was do or die, and they definitely will not die, their friends and countrymen counted on it.

The winged serpent of Phanuel zoomed through the air, cutting through the clouds, accelerating more and more.

"Hold on tight, okay! I'll try to make it faster!"

Jophiel and Malakbel held onto the wings while Forcas got on all fours, holding and hugging down the Thrones as Phanuel's eye flowed and eye patch crackled.

Fire began to appear across the trails in the sky, left behind by the back of the winged serpent. It soared faster and faster, becoming a blur.

Phanuel sighed, if she had her full powers here she could have tried to fold the dimensions on themselves and perhaps teleported them all instantly.