Dry breeze smashed against our faces as we sped through the uneven grounds of hell. With the ashy ground below and the sky above, the bone bike fit in like the last piece of a puzzle. Noa held my waist and I shifted the gears to the last ones.
The city made of black stones and dried woods was long behind us while only barren land remained our companion.
"This is very fucking fun," Noa muttered, pressing her helmet down with one hand. It had enough space to snugly fit our horns inside, so I left them stuck there and didn't need to use psychokinesis.
"Right?" I answered.
"How did you know how to drive this?"
"What? Repeat that!" I screamed over the engine's shrieks.
"Drive! How?"
"Exactly! Even I've never seen this!" Titania chimed in.
"I've seen it in a museum. It's function is pretty easy."
"Museum? You mean we've been using horses over this thing?"
"No! In my old world."
