The wind rushed past her like a living thing, cold and sharp against her face.
High above the uneven plains between Arcadia and Frontier, a lone figure moved through the sky with terrifying speed. The air rippled around her body as if she were cutting through water instead of wind. Waves of pressure spread out behind her every time she pushed forward.
Amber Lancelot.
She was tall, almost one hundred ninety five centimeters, and her figure was long, lean, and perfectly balanced. She looked built for motion.
Her limbs were toned but not bulky, and her waist was slim. Her posture stayed straight even while flying at full speed, as if the storm of air around her could not bend her.
