Scarlett cut through the sky with a steady, elegant rhythm, her black wings opening with near-perfect precision with each beat, creating gentle air currents that supported the group with a surprising lightness for something of that size. Unlike the brutal urgency of the previous day, there was no hurry now—only direction. The wind passed by them steadily, but without violence, and the open sky above seemed more welcoming than threatening, tinged with a clean blue that only fully revealed itself after the complete sunrise.
