Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 122

There is no time to stare as all creatures crumbling alive keep chasing after us, from big to small, all creatures that once were free and full of life and populated an entire city are now eager to reach us no matter what, perhaps attracted by the same warm of life they were denied from.

And yet as we descend into a crater my eyes slightly catch hints of our surroundings as we pass, the air and the fog around us being pulled towards the thick condensed ball of miasma simply floating in the air above us, and after many fleeing glances I can see what looks like a cloud river flowing towards it, meddling, twisting and turning around it and slowly increasing its mass, but at least freeing our view.

I can tell that such hungry beast is quite the connoisseur for it ever so slowly tasted its surrounding, flowing sluggishly, its mere existence a disgrace to the ecosystem.

And all the things around it are mercilessly and constantly drawn like moths to the light and cannot escape its grasp as even the constructions around it had grown and shaped themselves around it, rising like sunflowers and twisting and searching for the sun, constructions and buildings looking like a mirage as they made an impossible arc around and over this ball of fog and even the earth changed to accommodate it, almost looking as if someone had stretched the city up and around it as much as possible, defying gravity with only empty space in between marking the center of it all as, by being too close to the source, anything in that area was automatically dragged towards the center, with some chunks of flying buildings, debris, trees and dust joined the overall image.

And yet nothing could overthrow the creature that appears before us soon after, as unexpected as odd, only a shadow at first, a silhouette from afar, perhaps a cloud of some sorts, floating about, going in circles around the foggy center, as if attached to it by a string.

And for a very long time if its appearance is an indicator.

It must have been some sort of whale monster before, with a huge body, a long forked tail behind and two flippers at the side working as long wings as it moved in the air, but then it comes the distortion, some sort of mirage effect on the part that is turned towards the center, looking as if having its skin pulled like elastic in the shape of a bunch of worms stretching out from his insides, twisting and turning in the air, attracted by the strange force that kept that creature stuck on that loop.

And I don’t even want to describe the other side that lacks skin since it’s being pulled on the other end, but let’s just say that this energy did not do these creatures any favor, and as much as I pitied it at first any sort of compassion runs out when, with the same glass eyes as the other beings chasing us, the monster locks its gaze on us.

And it comes down straight for the hit.

While opening its huge mouth in a silent scream, teeth jumbled up on top of each other at one side of the mouth, one side’s eyes popped and pulled as the ones on the opposite side seemed as blank and cave in with a fish glance it did not seem likely that it could truly see us and yet, as if sharing a hive mind, it did not need to us to be able to aim accurately.

"Shit, stay close!" Says Ethan as we lower ourselves to avoid another launching creature, the looming mountain with teeth hammering its head against the place we were minutes before, following the same basic moving pattern as the brainless minions but far more effective with its sheer size maximizing its hitting area, affecting us even if not directly by destroying our surroundings.

I have no choice as the ground beneath our feet rumbles away than take fly while carrying Ethan by the arm in a clumsy attempt to quickly move us away from the sudden terrible situation, feeling that the idea had proved to be as bad as I thought at first when, the moment our feet leave the ground, we are pulled back as if by hand towards the foggy center, the field of view decreases as we rapidly approached the center, buildings and creatures and images quickly passing by us in a deadly closing in speed towards the center.

"Over there!" Says Ethan as I try to stabilize us in the air, my wings beating rapidly and yet doing nothing to stop us from spiraling in the air and being pulled back, like leaves in the wind.

I do not see what he sees but one moment we are a second away from being pulled apart and the other we halt with a jolt, me turning and hitting Ethan on the chest as he clenches his sword in hand which is now embedded inside the wall, a burning smell hinting as the flaming edge of the blade burned its way inside concrete and bricks, eventually stopping our momentum as we glue ourselves to the wall, a sense of vertigo making me dizzy.

We stay there for a while, catching our breaths as Ethan holds me and the sword tight, and once I look up at him he smiles between his rapid breathing, and yet it does not smooth the frown he has on his eyebrows.

I take our surroundings in as best as possible while trying to keep ourselves connected while not losing the swords burning grip of the wall, and find us at one of the curving buildings, alongside its wall, but funny thing is... that the ground floor is to our side, and not underneath us, the force of this strange mist orb so strong that is overwriting the gravity pull itself.

"Over there, think you can get us there?" I point at a window not too far from where we are hanging, the curve of the building making it so that it was almost completely facing down.

With our hands united we have to cooperate to get anywhere, the winds unstable and wild enough that I could not control my wings completely, using ice blades to keep us hanging as Ethan would pull his sword out only to sink it above us, one excruciating step at a time until we finally reach it above, sweating and with sore arms as we throw ourselves inside and lay there to catch our breaths.

"That was-... That was quite the experience..." I snicker at my half-baked response.

"Yeah, I think flying was not a good idea."

"Ha, I supposed it wasn’t." I answer, making fun of it out of nervousness as things could have ended up pretty badly.

"Y-yeah, I don’t think I enjoyed being a leaf in a thunderstorm experience that much."

"Is it now? If you hadn’t said so I would have never guessed." I say as he stays on the ground, because once we stand up and look at our surroundings in any laughing matter is quickly overshadowed by... whatever we have set our eyes upon.