With nothing left to keep him aloft, the blazing jets beneath his feet smothered beneath the relentless cold and vanished entirely.
Ezra falls.
The frigid wind rages past his ears as gravity does its job.
His body spins in air, every attempt to regain orientation ruined by the unbearable pounding inside his skull.
His vision blurred into streaks of white and silver, while the colossal beast overhead became nothing more than a distorted silhouette looming against the pale sky.
As is inevitable, he crashes into the snow with tremendous force.
The impact carves a shallow trench through snow, hurling it several meters into the air before his body finally rolls to a stop.
For several precious seconds, everything went quiet.
The thick blanket of snow absorbing much of the impact, while the biting cold pressing against his face offered an unexpected reprieve from the inferno raging inside his head.
The pain remained.
But it no longer threatened to split his consciousness apart.
