"Damnit!" The word tore from my throat, but the wind snatched it away before I could even hear myself.
I was flying, no, hurtling, through the air at a speed I couldn't comprehend.
My body felt weightless, yet the force of the wind pressing against me was unbearable, like an invisible hand shoving me upward with no intention of stopping.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I struggled to make sense of what was happening.
Below me, the ground was shrinking rapidly, the details of the world I knew blurring into a patchwork of greens and browns.
I twisted my head, straining to see behind me.
There he was, Ori.
His form was a swirling mass of black mist, a shadowy figure cutting through the air with terrifying speed.
He was chasing after me trying to save me.
I couldn't tell if he would be able.
All I knew was that he was fast, but whatever Fen had done to me was faster.