I'm going to chase them

The sky was already a battlefield. The air torn through the clouds, The wind lost a steady flow and was tangled like a vortex. Dried climbed onto a huge crossbow. The crossbow was floating in the air with its roots, stones, and vision patterns intertwined The air flinched whenever the line was pulled. He pulled the trigger The entire crossbow bent like a bow and shot forward. It's not an arrow, but the dryer himself and the crossbow fly together. the opposite side, Naid glides through the air as if riding a wave, putting his foot on a sword. Wavy afterimages remain behind the sword's trajectory, Wind and water lead naturally. Then, it comes down from above. Sky Carapace The crustaceans collide and rush with a metallic resonance. Aim for a head-on collision. "Avoid!" The dryer twisted the crossbow and slid to the side The carapace falls through the cloud layer below as it is. At that moment. The fog is spreading. Polar mist dripper a coldness spread like a cloak. The air freezes and my vision is cut off. Naid raises his hand and wields his sword. "Frozen only slows the flow." Begum, let's make a circle The vibrations that spread like sound waves tore through the fog, The draper scatters, lost form. But the sky is not empty. Sky Mirror One is divided by heat and looks like several. Dryer immediately narrows the eyes. "The light is shaking... There's only one." A crossbow fires a penetrating bullet. The arrow ignored the illusions Pierce the distortion point right through the center. The air splits like it's breaking, The mirror disappears quietly. Below it, the sound turns in a circle. Howling Cycle It's not an object. a collection of spinning clumps of life in the air. When it goes in, it's crushed. "Don't face it!" Naid throws the sword down. It spins black and makes sound waves like gravity Twist and tear the circle. Dried's crossbow passes through the gap. a flash of light. Thunder Reach The parasites that move by hanging from lightning Stick to the vision residual energy of the crossbow. "It's stuck!" The dryer immediately spins the crossbow Wrap the roots and stones in layers Electricity flows to the ground. Richie screams and falls. Finally, a shadow strikes from above. Crash Habist A monster born for falling. It falls straight from the sky. "Naid!" "I know!" Naid leaps from the sword. Twist your body in the air Plug the sword directly into the center of the descending monster. a collision. a stormy shock. Habist fell into the rubble, Bigham returns to Naird's feet again. For a moment, the sky goes silent. Below, the forest and the sea, Trail of Wilder fleeing somewhere on the border. Dried says. "I'm not running away... They're luring us." Naird nods. "But I'm chasing you. The fact that you wrote the sky, It means that they can't back down either." The two beings speed up again. The crossbow and the sword, They fly side by side, penetrating the sky