The canyon was still dead silent. Only the wind whimpered as it blew across the corpse-strewn ground.
Lin Ye got his bearings, then his figure blurred as he sped back the way he came.
As he passed a familiar grove of twisted, dead trees, a sharp screech echoed from overhead.
A lone elite of the Stone Ghost Race had spotted him and was about to sound an alarm.
Lin Ye glanced up at it and, with a flick of his finger, sent a strand of golden Gang Sha whistling through the air.
'Perfect. I needed a ride.'
A few seconds later, the ferocious light in the Stone Ghost Race elite's eyes vanished, replaced by absolute loyalty.
It obediently lowered itself, prostrating before Lin Ye.
Lin Ye vaulted onto its broad back.
The Stone Ghost Race puppet gave a mighty flap of its wings, kicking up a swirling cloud of dust. It then shot into the sky with Lin Ye, becoming a black shadow that flew toward the rift entrance.
BOOM!
