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Ness tightened his grip. The psychic pulse of this strange, elemental world was a chaotic drumbeat compared to the steady hum of Eagleland. His PSI felt… muffled. Sluggish. Like trying to shout through a pillow. But the fire in Zetterburn’s eyes was real. The heat on his cheek was real. And the quiet, desperate courage that had made him face Giygas was still real, too.

Not wood on bone. Wood on superheated, rock-hard claw. The bat shattered. But the impact was perfectly placed. It drove Zetterburn’s weight onto his haunches, stopping his forward momentum cold. The lion snarled in surprise. rivals of aether ness

"You're wrong," Ness said, his voice steadier than he felt. He lowered the bat, pointing its splintered tip at the prince. "I’m not bullying anyone. I’m just trying to get home." Ness tightened his grip

Ness didn't run. He stepped in . Close. Too close. He could smell the sulfur on the lion's breath, feel the individual points of heat radiating from his mane. He pressed two fingers to his own temple. Sluggish