The feeling of wind against his face was amazing.
Azel hadn't realized how much he'd missed this kind of freedom until now.
The air brushed through his hair and filled his lungs, it reminded him of when Selene had given him that first blessing of wind back in Lycas.
That same sense of weightlessness… He really loved the Wind affinity.
"We're getting down here," Sybil said, pointing toward a field below.
From above, the Academy looked distant… the buildings were like miniature toys, the training fields no bigger than patches of sand.
The meadow she pointed to was far on the outskirts, where the grass glowed under the sun and wildflowers swayed in the breeze.
"Why are we still up high when we're supposed to be going down?" Azel asked, squinting.
"Oh, I just want to drop you." Sybil's grin spread wide.
"Wait, wha—"
She let go.
Azel sighed as gravity took hold.
