Using the slowly falling remnants of the parabolic antenna as a foothold, Shirai teleported around irregularly.
The downpour of light would not last forever.
From what they could see of the sky, the next wave or the one after that would be the last one.
(Can we make it…!?)
Mikoto glared at the final Xiuhcoatl heading for the horizon. It was about 50/50 whether they could catch up to it. It wasn’t fair to Shirai, but Mikoto had no choice but to have the girl continue evading the downpour of light.
Suddenly, Mikoto heard the sound of something cutting through the air.
Mikoto looked over and saw something already a ways up from the ocean approaching at high speed seeming to slip through the gaps of the raining light. It came to a complete stop next to Mikoto and Shirai.
It was a special craft with a 5 meter long main body made of two canoes one on top of the other and two wings on either side.
It was a Mixcoatl.
Its body was completely covered in wood, so it was impossible to see who was piloting it. A certain name immediately came to Mikoto’s mind because it was the only one of their names Saten had mentioned.