Tristan held onto Rosetta's hand with a vice-like grip, whilst he felt his body come under the same power that allowed her figure to float.
The sensation was akin to a billion bubbles in his belly, and it felt good. So good that he had to bite his lips to not reveal his pleasure.
Their figures continued to ascend, causing Tristan to grow wary of their distance from the ground. He occasionally glanced at the departing surface in worry.
"Don't worry, you won't fall," Rosetta assured, enjoying every bit of that moment.
Easier said than done.
Tristan felt anxiety occupy most of his cognitive abilities, and in a bid to rid it, he opened his mouth to speak.
"You once mentioned you were a sixth-class inheritor, but never mentioned which one you were currently?" He spoke, using his words to distract himself. Their figures had started to advance whilst still ascending.
