Sahard was confident about surviving the impact of his emergency landing since he was a Majin Prince.
He was more worried about his Master, who famously had several restrictions placed on his body.
Only after Thirteen assured him that everything would be fine did his worry ease a bit.
When they were only a few hundred meters from the ground, Sahard did his best to glide as smoothly as possible and land somewhere that didn't have anything that could cause harm to his passenger.
"Brace for impact, Master!" Sahard shouted when they were only a hundred meters from the ground.
Thirteen didn't hesitate to jump from the Thunderbird's back and summon the black banner to call out one of his demons.
A Black Falcon emerged from the fabric and grabbed onto the teenage boy's shoulders, holding him steady in the air.
A dust cloud emerged from the point of impact where Sahard crashed on the ground.
"Are you alright, Sahard?" Thirteen asked as the falcon helped him land safely on the ground.
