The Lich's Master

Chapter 268: A Thousand Eyes

Azazel folded his wings and dove down into the city streets. Beams of light, unnatural gusts of wind, and ethereal tendrils chased them as the Fallen Angel masterfully navigated the narrow pathways between the tall, weird buildings.

Kyle clenched his fists as beams of light hit the rooftops, sending pieces of roof tiles, and building blocks flying. The white ethereal tendrils chased Azazel, but the Fallen Angel was too fast for them.

Kyle’s gaze remained fixed on the skies above. The layer of clouds had almost completely scattered, replaced by a sea of wings and eyes, all watching him and Azazel.

Even from so far away, these beings were gigantic.

“I can’t fly us over the white sea like this.” Azazel hissed as he beat his wings, and took a sharp turn left, narrowly missing a building corner. That name corner shattered not a moment later as beams of light hit it without pause. “I’ll need to go below.”

“Below? Below where?” Kyle asked, trying to contain his nausea. He had completely lost