Diving down until the base of my hoverbike was on the verge of touching the ocean, I pulled on the handlebar and started flying forward, just inches above the water.
It looked as though I was riding on top of the water itself.
Slicing through the undulating waves of the ocean at a dizzying pace, my hoverbike left a trail of white foam in its wake on the ocean's surface.
In just a few minutes, I reached the shore of an island within my line of sight, and the front tire of my hoverbike made contact with the ground.
After reaching the coastline, I came to a slow halt and dismounted from my bike. I let out a soft breath and began stretching my arms a bit.
In front of me was a thick forest.
I wouldn't be able to navigate the jungle with my bike, so I'd have to walk on foot from this point onward.
Right then, a sharp feminine voice cut through the air, seemingly coming from the woods ahead of me.
