The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the horizon as Maris and Lucan stood atop the mountain.
"Lucan-sama," Maris said softly, her light blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do you want to fly? Let's go up in the sky."
Lucan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. "Flying, huh? Why not?"
With a gentle smile, Maris summoned her wings. In an instant, large, radiant white wings appeared behind her, glowing softly in the twilight. She stretched them out, flapping lightly, and lifted off the ground effortlessly.
Lucan could summon wings like her, but his wings carried the energy of an Evil Magician, so he refrained from revealing them. Besides, he didn't need wings to fly. He could simply use his mana to ascend.
Together, they soared into the sky, the wind rushing past them as they gained altitude. Below, the snowy region, small houses, and distant people became tiny dots, the world shrinking as they ascended.
