Thales finally knew how it felt like to fall from a high altitude.
It felt like nothing he ever felt before.
This helpless feeling of weightlessness emptied his mind in the blink of an eye and robbed his body off its autonomous control.
He only felt panicked and vacant.
Cold wind blew against his face.
*Whistle…*
Black Sword held Thales in his bosom with one arm. Unable to say anything, Thales' lips trembled.
Amid the strong wind, even breathing was a chore.
Thales' mind was blank.
At that moment, that strange fluctuation surged through his entire body again, and it was as if time had slowed down.
However this time, the fluctuation did not bring him any miracle.
Violent air current grazed past their sleeves.
They were still falling.
Beneath him, Dragon Clouds City became clearer and clearer.
There was nothing he could do.
His mind blank, Thales could only shut his eyes and wait for death.
