High above the ground, a young red dragon was soaring through the skies carrying a human, an undead, and a humanoid weapon.
How he managed that since he was only the size of a small horse, well, everyone who he carried was more or less, children – although the humanoid blade's, Kopia, form was that of a short adult.
From below it just looked like a little bird monster so no one paid him any attention.
But that was perfect – with that none of the passengers nor the winged steed had to worry about the possible chase or being attacked.
"You're okay...?"
Since the sound of the wind was deafening right where they were, Zombie put his mouth close to Cranberry's ear and whispered in a weak voice.
The timer on the overpower skill had run out and he was only hanging on to his consciousness thanks to the benefits of his undead body.
"..."
