Mia watched her master leap into the chasm, pride blooming yet a thread of awed anticipation tightened her chest. Instead of crashing into the abyss he drifted downward as though the air itself carried him.
The white suit from Eleonora's dukedom bore him aloft as its hidden function finally awakened, conjuring winds that kept Jett suspended midair. Eleonora's family had thoughtfully provided the garment—yet neglected any sort of manual. The oversight still made the head maid blush; she banished the memory with a quick shake of her head.
She faced the dragons still under her command. Her aim was to spread her dominion across the capital, shielding the populace and steering the dragons toward the gravest danger. Such control demanded surgical precision—and oceans of mana.
