No matter how the Golden Crow changed its angle of flight, or how it accelerated and decelerated, Flora Bloom stood firm on its back. Her feet were nestled in its black feathers, warm and steady, as if she were on solid ground, with no turbulence whatsoever.
"Master, how about it? I'm way better than one of those darn airplanes, right?"
"Fly carefully! Don't go crashing into some other flying creature!"
"Tch! After my metamorphosis, unless I summon them, no beast or bird of a lower level than me will appear for miles around.
So don't you worry, Master!"
"For real? You've gotten that powerful?"
"Hah. Right now, I've only completed a single transformation ritual. I'm still far from true evolution. Once I actually evolve, there won't be a single being in the entire universe who can stand against me!"
