The wind was blowing against his face, yet he could barely feel any of it. None of it, in fact.
There were clouds all around him, the land a thousand feet below him, stretched out in patchworks of green, whites, browns and blues.
The mountains of The Abyss were meaningless now. They rose in the distance like rocky teeth, the forests swayed with the wind, and the frozen river glistened under the sun.
Spheris couldn't believe it. He was flying!
The vastness of it all left him marveled, and also very confused. He had never flown before and the power of Umbrage Manipulation didn't entail in any way that he could have the ability to fly.
Yet somehow he was.
Even his vision seemed sharper, more acute. From the skies where he soared he could see every leaf on the trees and every crack on the frozen river.
