At thirty thousand feet above the ground, the air was normally extremely thin and freezing, capable of crushing the lungs and freezing the blood flow of ordinary humans within seconds. Yet thanks to the transparent pale-blue protective magic formation layer installed by Sylvia at the front of the two gigantic dragons' bodies, the atmosphere on their backs felt as comfortable as being inside a palace living room in spring.
Sol, the 50-meter Golden Dragon radiating a sacred golden glow, flew gliding extremely stably in front. Behind it, shadowing like a dense storm cloud, flew Noir, the 70-meter Black Dragon enveloped in purple death miasma. Every time their gigantic wingbeats split the air, the surrounding clouds were immediately swept clean, creating an empty aerial path stretching toward the south.
