The wind in Sully blew with a chilling air, amidst the eerily quiet environment. The trees and plants were still, but a bit shaky as if in fear for something ominous about to come. And amidst that calm chaos in nature, was a man who laid on top of his flying car as he looked into the sky in an uncaring and lax manner. His car was even playing pop music as it drifted through the sky.
Enzo peeked out from the car window as he looked up at Neven. "This thing isn't taking the regular drift path, how the heck is it flying?"
[A/ N: Drift path's are invisible and intangible lines that are around the city skies. These lines are only tangible to registered vehicles to move along them and drive above ground.]
Neven took off the shades he had put over his eyes and put them back on again. "The 'Never' never follows the usual routes, so of course it can fly on its own." Neven answered.
"Brace yourself, we're coming in hot on our destination."
