Air rushed past like liquid glass, cold and sharp. His body sliced through it, weightless and wild. Every nerve screamed with freedom.
His cape flapped in the wind, his arms stretched out for direction but his expressions were stone cold.
Nightwalker finally spotted Aetherion Academy and dove down— the speed of a lightning bolt and precision of a heat seeking missile.
~BOOM.~
The stone archway carved in erupting dust and pieces of stone upward in its wake.
He stepped out of the crater he'd made and marched on — not toward the auditorium.
Nightwalker was headed for the administrative building where the principal's office was.
Some awakened finally spotted him and immediately turned into frantic fans. Their eyes widened in awe and reverence.
But something was off with him— normally, Nightwalker loved his fans, he'd always stop and take pictures with them or at least give them his signature wink.
