The beast of fire flapped its wings, tearing through space, spreading its light across the chunks of the sphere, blinding the citizens with its flame.
"WHERE!" it screeched, with a voice tinted in the bass of explosion. "WHERE IS THE FLAME!" It flicked its head, to and fro, searching across the innards of the sphere, then the depths of space. It focused on a star, and panted as though pining for its life, for the energy of a sun. It flicked its head again, to a soul drenched in the dark, staring back into Nero's eye, like a claw driving into it, gripping hold of the innards of his opposition soul. "You..." The body of fire rippled in a shiver that coursed through it. Down through the vast wings that stretched across all sight, along legs covered in scales of light, and tendrils of fire, with golden claws at the feet. The head was amorphous, undefinable and inward, pulling existence into a beak, or a muzzle, or between human lips. "You entity of darkness," it said. "You planestrider. You came for the Everflame, where is it?"
Around Leo, people lay strewn over the lobby, sweating and broken. Very few were breathing, and even they were at death's feet. panting, straining, staring at Leo. The covering on the walls had deformed under the heat, and the ceiling began to sag as supports were bending. Outside, soldiers stood directing survivors towards the hangar bay. Cars had been abandoned, and everyone ran.
The dingo and serval grinned as Annie walked out, and they moved to escort to the hangar bay.
"So... just so you know," said the serval.
"If the missus didn't tell you," said the dingo.
"We'll be coming with you. To keep tabs and all, so to introduce ourselves," the cat pointed to the canine. "He's Dougie, and I'm Kieron."
"Mag-bike?" Reggie replied, and looked at the clock on his own datapad. "I... guess so. Okay, yeah alright." He said, and followed the boy away.
"Twenty?" David replied, and looked at the clock on his own datapad. "Alright, fine," he said, and climbed up into the ship with her, setting his feet to be secure, and pushed up on the problematic piece of machinery.
Tabby watched the world race past her, as she held onto Chronin, ducking and shifting when she had to. The worm disappeared into the rapidly growing distance behind them, while up ahead, the mountain charged toward them, and the forest started to thin out.
"We're getting close," she said, and peered along the mountainside, to the plateau behind it, where a lone house sat in a green field that stretched away beside the forest.