Kyrian would not give up because of a small failure. He closed his eyes. Once again, he controlled the wings. This time, he paid attention to the distribution of Qi.
Left, right. He needed balance. He beat his wings, and his body rose again. Ten meters, twenty, thirty. Then he stopped.
Kyrian smiled.
'Much better.'
He remained in the air for a few seconds. Then he tried moving his wings again. This time, a slight tilt occurred.
Kyrian quickly corrected it. He descended a few meters. Then rose again.
Descended. Rose.
Each attempt was better than the previous one.
Before long, Kyrian began to understand that he didn't necessarily need to beat his wings forcefully.
Small movements were enough to correct his position. Larger movements served to gain speed. And extremely powerful movements could make him rise rapidly.
It was almost like controlling his own body. The only difference was that now there was a new pair of limbs behind him.
