The air-transportation spiritual tool glided steadily through the remnants of flying hawks, reduced to ashes, before resuming its forward journey.
En route to the academy, occasional encounters with obstructive individuals, often visually impaired, were a common nuisance.
Their actions, however, seemed overly simplistic and lacked sophistication.
Even his entourage recognized their lord's likely displeasure, leading them all to maintain a respectful silence.
The middle-aged man expertly manipulated the air-transportation spiritual tool, ensuring its stable course as it propelled forward.
Before long, a tricolored spiritual magpie drifted by from the side. Judging by its dimensions, it was merely half the size of the earlier black hawk. Its presence seemed more coincidental than confrontational…
/Oh? It's passing by, actually./
