The enormous life signature burned like a miniature sun upon Ezra's internal map.
The glowing marker steadily aligning with his own position as streams of icy wind batter his body.
Forcing Ezra to increase his body temperature to counteract the effect.
With his control still shaky, Ezra makes the flames erupt in measured bursts beneath his soles, each controlled detonation propelling him tens of meters at a time.
The freezing air desperately attempted to extinguish the flames supporting his flight, forcing Ezra to make constant adjustments to the output beneath his boots.
Yet despite the hostile atmosphere, his posture only grows steady.
Still, the drone trails behind him faithfully, while maintaining a two meters distance, its crystalline lenses constantly adjusting to compensate for the violent speeds.
To this turn of events, the Constellations simply watch in silence.
Soon, the final stretch remained.
