CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Right before I fell into the Wormbeast’s open mouth, I heard a swooping sound to my right and Cyclone, of all people, grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me up into the air. We passed above the Wormbeast’s mouth, which slammed shut just inches below my feet. I heard the Wormbeast growl in anger at the loss of its meal, but I didn’t care. I just looked up at Cyclone as we flew and shouted, “Thanks, man! I owe you one.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Cyclone with a grunt as we flew outside of the Wormbeast’s range. “The fight is far from over, even after that impressive blow you landed on the beast.”
Cyclone, of course, was right. The Wormbeast’s clawed tentacles were flailing wildly now, trying to hit everything at once. Aeolus broke off from the beast and flew toward us
