Rufus flew through the dark night sky, the chilly breeze flowing past him.
The thin transparent, ice-like wings behind him were flapping, a chilly breeze accompanying them.
As he flew higher, the light of the moon fell on him, illuminating his pale face, and the blue, thin ice-like wings behind him.
With every flap of his wings, waves of air were released, creating a low whistling sound.
And with the moonlight reflecting off his pale skin, he looked like an angel.
An angel with worn and torn clothes.
But that didn't matter to him.
All he wanted was to save the princess.
And that was his priority now.
And as he flew faster and faster, the distance between him and the princess decreased, his heart beating faster, his determination growing.
The closer he got, the stronger the princess' aura was.
And he could tell that it was her.
'Princess, I'm coming.'
