Running casually beside the speeding carriage, Noah glanced backwards, and swept his gaze around.
Seeing that the others were barely able to keep up, he decided to slow down a bit, just a bit.
He didn't want to appear too fast, but also wanted to show that in terms of sheer speed, and stamina he was currently a god.
Apparently the ostriches were fast runners, like he expected, but this was different.
The creatures were running at speeds the normal human couldn't dream of achieving, even tier 2's in the middle-stage could barely keep up. It seemed mother nature still kept things balanced.
Glancing at the figure of Luke, who sat on top of the carriage, Noah couldn't help but click his tongue, he wasn't that his current activity was uncomfortable, it was that he himself would like to be up there.
