Standing on Ethan's poleaxe as it carried him through the air, Grayson finally understood what people meant by telekinetic flight.
Sure, flying was every human's dream—but his shaking legs were doing a pretty great job of exposing how terrified he was.
The poleaxe was long enough for three people to stand on, yeah, but the handle was still basically a narrow metal shaft. This didn't feel like "soaring through the skies."
It felt like balancing on a guardrail while being fired out of a cannon.
And Ethan's telekinetic flight was fast. More than once, Grayson nearly slid right off—only for Henry to snag him from behind and haul him back into place.
Grayson cursed silently the whole way.
This wasn't fun. This was a safety hazard.
Luckily, it wasn't far. In just a few minutes, they were back over the area from before.
