Thirty-five thousand feet above the Venezuelan skies, a sleek, gray, humanoid figure tore through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of shock waves and sonic booms in its wake.
To anyone watching from below, it would look like a strange new aircraft, or perhaps even a meteor streaking across the clouds. The object moved at over 700 miles per hour, its speed climbing with every passing second.
"Woohoo! This feels amazing!" Silas shouted, the thrill of high-speed flight electrifying him as he broke through the sound barrier.
The shockwave rippled outward, echoing through the sky like rolling thunder.
"Luna, are you recording this?" he called, his voice laced with excitement as he continued his breakneck flight across Venezuela.
[Yes.]
"Good."
The gray figure was indeed Silas, wrapped in his newly crafted suit of armor, which he was putting through its first field test.
