Noah leaned forward on his massive ice sword and shot downward toward the city, hoping to find a powerful elf who could help him deal with the woman chasing him.
The wind roared past his ears as he descended, his snow-white hair whipping wildly behind him. The buildings below rapidly grew larger, yet he maintained remarkable control over his flight, adjusting his direction with subtle movements.
Surprisingly, he was moving much faster than he usually did.
Even his control over the ice sword felt smoother, as though his body had gradually adapted to flying at such incredible speeds.
'That's odd... But I'll take it!'
Noah had no intention of wasting this opportunity. He leaned forward a little more, pouring additional mana into the ice sword.
Its surface glimmered with a faint glacier-blue light as his speed increased.
However, the woman hovering above him quickly understood what he was trying to do.
She tilted her head, watching him descend toward the city.
