"This feeling..."
In mid-air, the lift brought by the water mist, propelled by the Fairy Force, hadn't completely disappeared, and Ian felt himself still rising continuously.
He looked down at the jungle beneath him—the once towering trees had turned into green specks, and the distant Ivoke River had become a silver ribbon no thicker than a finger... This view was extraordinarily novel. It was too low compared to an airplane, too high relative to a person, too fast if compared to a skyscraper, and far too unrestrained compared to looking down from a mountain.
Ian even saw a bird startled by his actions, taking off with a cry. The blue and white gull, flapping its wings in fear, was below him, as he had already reached a higher point in the sky.
Soon, Ian's body began to descend. He wasn't panicked at all but instead locked onto the treetop of an old tree.
