The Thunderbird shuttled through the Black Fog at an extraordinary speed, with the students buried in its thick feathers.
Only the bird-rider stood on the bird's head.
Within less than a clock hour, they had arrived above Byron Old City.
There were a total of nineteen secretive branches responsible for assistance, and Byron Old City was the most central of them, with over a hundred people destined for this location.
An instructor stood up and shouted, "We've arrived at Byron Old City, those whose destination is here, stand up."
Teresa waved to Rod next to her, "I'm off, good luck, little Rod."
A hundred people over the giant bird's back stood up in succession.
The bird-rider did not let the Thunderbird land, and the hundred people jumped straight off.
Rod was startled, Are you all not even wearing parachutes?
Several tens of seconds later, the Thunderbird arrived at another stronghold, and seven more people jumped off under the teacher's arrangement.
