"Little brother, how's it going?" Malrik turned his Frost Wyvern mid-air the moment he saw Adyr approaching with steady wingbeats.
Adyr took a quick glance at the situation. "Preparations are complete. How much longer can Lady Liora hold on?"
Now that he was looking, it was clear. The massive ape's six arms trembled like old women struggling with grocery bags. Its thick brown fur was drenched in sweat, and blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. There was no need to ask—it was nearing its limit.
"At most, half an hour. After that, she'll need to rest. We must be ready by then," Malrik said. If Adyr's plan failed, they'd be stepping into a deathtrap.
"That's more than enough," Adyr replied with a nod, then pointed toward the massive structure slowly advancing down the broad street. "I need your help moving that thing close to the Colossith."
"Thing?" Malrik paused, then followed Adyr's finger—and froze.
