Ozen's eyes, and those of everyone else, snapped toward the Mountain of Heaven all at once. Their gazes showed agitation, and their stomachs rolled.
"NO!" Ozen roared.
He could have never imagined that Theron would make it so far in the blink of an eye. He was still scanning nearby regions when he felt the shudder.
He stomped the air a single time and blazed in that direction.
In response, so too did the 167th-ranked Fire Mancer, his body becoming layered in ruby scales as he roared and surged forward. He wouldn't let anyone step on that mountain peak before he did.
…
Theron's step wavered only the slightest bit before he solidified. It was like the last bit of indecisiveness leaving him as the next step was firmer than the last, and the third even firmer than that.
And then he began to walk—slow and steady, unwavering and committed.
