Dozens of steel spears shot to the air with a vengeance. Some of them hit their targets, some of them missed their targets completely. However, it didn't end there. The air trembled as a hundred flying knives materialized out of thin air.
These knives fell on the rest of the targets like rain. A few seconds later, the spears and the knives broke apart and joined together to form a misty haze.
A young boy waved his hand and the congregation of sand iron formed a bridge that spanned ten meters above the ground. He walked up this bridge with his bare feet as the wind played with his short light-brown hair.
Halfway on his journey, the bridge broke apart sending the young boy falling towards the ground. However, he didn't panic. The boy smiled and the speed of his fall slowly decreased.
It was as if a net caught his fall and was slowly bringing him down to the ground.
