"Buckle up."
As Anthony pushed the throttle forward, the roar from the nose of the craft became more pronounced, resembling the growl of a wild beast.
The machine finally began to move—it started creeping forward, with the wings on either side creaking. Farrelan watched the passing ground beneath his feet, clutching the armrests next to his seat instinctively.
He soon realized that this was the right decision.
As the machine picked up speed, within merely three or four seconds, it went from not outrunning a horse cart to surpassing a steam train, and this acceleration seemed far from over! The colorful flags on both sides swiftly swept backward, and the end of the road was drawing nearer and nearer!
Farrelan had realized by then that these hardened tracks laid out on the sand were specifically prepared for this kind of machine, but the problem was the road wasn't long—what would they do when it ended?
The pilot quickly provided the answer.
