Tracy clung tightly to John, her face pressed against his back as they soared through the skies. The exhilaration of flying freely, with the vast expanse of the world beneath them, began to ease the burden that had been weighing on her heart.
She wanted to shout out in joy, but when she opened her mouth, the fierce wind rushed in, making it impossible to make a sound.
Avis had long been left far behind, his massive form now out of sight.
Only then did John begin to slow down.
Flying with the sword consumed magical energy, and after over half an hour of soaring at full speed, he had used up half of his magic reserves.
With over 350,000 magic points, John could only sustain full-speed flight for about an hour.
But that was more than sufficient for now.
Tracy's face was flushed with excitement as she exclaimed, "Old man, this feels amazing!"
