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He needed to concentrate. There was no time for frustration or insecurity. These were the moments that determined life and death. Hector knew them well. His decisions now were critical.

Her invisibility was entirely gone, but she was still breathing. Hector could sense that much, at least. Air was flowing in and out of her beak.

Was she just unconscious?

He had no real idea of how durable Sparrows actually were. From his conversations with Hanton, it had seemed like they were fairly vulnerable, but that was only in comparison to servants. Compared to regular humans, they could've still been much more resilient, right?

He hoped so.

Why was there nowhere to fucking land?!

The iron pathway that he'd made earlier was crawling with spawn, not to mention Chort, so he didn't want to go back there.

Fuck it.

He materialized a second iron plate and dropped it straight down. The forest made way with crashing force, and Hector descended again, raising another lightning rod behind him as his armored feet touched the iron floor.

He set her down and dematerialized the cradle around her.

Now what the fuck was he supposed to do?

She was safe for the moment, but did she need medical assistance? And if so, who the fuck could provide it? Agh.

The fight was still raging out there. He sensed it. Salvador and Matteo were clashing with dozens of spawn, and Roman seemed to have taken notice of the second group of clouds now. The lightning strike must have tipped him off.

Chort was closing in, rolling through the forest like a giant bowling ball, headed straight for him.

Good.

Right now, Hector was more than fine with that.

He had over sixty of Chort's spawn in orbit around him, at the moment. And they all began speeding up in unison.