Morgan controlled himself on his descent. Jets narrowly missed him and rounds still fought for purchase among his magical counterparts. Ejder was free to move as he pleased, and for once, Morgan was happier than ever to know he was elsewhere.
Being bound with him was something for fairy tales, not real life.
“Oh? And what was so bad about it?” Ejder still pressed into Morgan’s mind.
Only, Morgan’s head was far too full. All of the action. All of the sacrifice. It was too much.
“No answer, huh?”
Morgan did his best to land on his feet. It would have been a hero’s welcome, he thought. If only he could remain planted on the dry land but it rejected him. His knees buckled as if he wasn’t meant to stand.
“Morgan!” he heard Liia call him.
His response was simple. Morgan raised both
