The fifteenth floor's heavy, life rich atmosphere resisted him like thick water, but his body did not slow.
His muscles tightened.
His bones hummed with pressure.
And his mana moved with frightening efficiency.
Michael's gaze locked onto the direction the others had vanished toward.
He could not see them, but he could feel the faint traces left behind.
Most people would have fallen behind immediately.
Michael did not.
He reached the first point where one of the Stonekin elders had disappeared.
He passed it.
His eyes widened a fraction.
He had expected to feel the gap widen with every second.
Instead, the distance did not seem to explode the way it should have.
Michael clicked his tongue again.
This was his first time fully testing his flying speed, and indeed, his body was definitely not an ordinary vessel.
"Ridiculous," he muttered.
Then he pushed harder.
BOOM.
The sound rolled across the sky like a cannon.
