Nox was not someone who liked waiting.
The moment the tension in the air peaked, his mana moved. Dark energy burst from his back and two large demonic wings spread open behind him. The wings were black with deep crimson lines moving across them like living marks.
This was one of his numerous ultimate ranked skills. [Demonic Wing]
Nox bent his knee slightly, then he pushed off the ground and shot into the air like a missile. The stone street beneath his feet cracked from the force. His dark wings beat once, and his body rose quickly through the cold air, climbing past the tall buildings and toward the top of the castle where the figure still stood waiting.
The higher he went, the heavier the pressure became.
