Noah was standing on the ground with his eyes closed.
His torso was naked and, on his back, two pairs of black wings were opened wide.
Then, black smoke engulfed the wings and they began to flap at an even rhythm.
Noah's body slowly rose in the air until it reached five meters of altitude.
Noah stayed in the air for a while before carefully alighting back on the ground.
He heaved a long breath while retracting the wings.
'This is as much as I can do for now, humans don't seem too fit for flight.'
In this period of time, he stopped his trip to continue testing his ability to fly.
However, even if he managed to rise in the air, his aerial control was lacking.
Humans were beings that walked on the ground, the sky wasn't their domain.
They didn't have the innate instincts of a flying beast so Noah could only put more training in that field to solve the issue.
