Despite the height, Lucille didn't find it frightening. Later, the wind around them felt gentle, even when Ashrik moved at a fast speed.
She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the sun that peeked over from the clouds. As her hair whipped around her face, she felt a sense of freedom.
For a world ravaged by blood and ruin, this moment felt like a moment of hard-earned peace.
As they passed over the forest's edge, Lucille saw the clearing where the farm animals were raised. Even with just a brief look, they seemed to roam freely without any worry of being hunted by predators.
Lucille didn't notice the brief yet gentle look Ashrik gave her. Upon seeing her serene countenance, a slight smile tugged on his lips.
Lucille couldn't help but be amazed by Ashrik's wind ability. She wondered how catastrophic a battlefield would be once he maximized his skills, combining the deadly power of ice and wind.
