It was too late for him to back out now. Mag had to hold on at least until reinforcements arrived.
Of course, if reinforcements didn't come within 20 minutes, he would have to give his all.
The purple-striped griffin opened its mouth, and a ball of purple lightning blasted a hole in the flaming sky instantaneously. It glided through the hole and suddenly climbed steeply upwards to avoid the tangling branches. It then accelerated to avoid the spells cast from all directions, and then suddenly dropped into a dive towards Borg.
The darkness loomed once again, and the Starry Sky Domain enveloped Mag. The sky seemed to have become miry.
Just then, a holy light came from the mountain peak, tearing the darkness apart, following the purple-striped griffin like an amulet, and opening a path for it.
