Legs could never outrun wings in the end, and the members forced into the sky had already reached the first tier. Runners who realized this terrible fact chose resistance, and the two sides, who had once held a vague fondness for each other, immediately began to scuffle. William was right—flight races could indeed take relationships to the next level. The direction of that advancement depended on one's performance.
The confrontation began, the situation escalated due to conflict, but the unrest did not draw the attention or intervention of the overseers.
It seemed that the competitors' compromises were part of the race itself. Unfortunately, as time went on, the gradually lagging flyers lacked the patience to convince their friends.
Especially after realizing that fists were more powerful than words.
To onlookers, the scene of the race appeared as if the stunning Valkyries were escorting brave heroes to the Hall of Valor.
