Chapter 47

Her hair constantly slapped against her face, her eyes squinting involuntarily as she tumbled through the air. It didn't help that the wind was particularly violent today, throwing off her balance even further.

Her heart drummed deafeningly in her ears, her breaths unsteady.

Even if she wanted to scream, Cecil couldn't.

Her entire world was spinning, and all she could see was a myriad of colours and landscape. She did not know where and when she was going to land.

Fuck! What the fuck!

Cecil could only scream in her mind, unable to find any kind of balance in the air.

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"What makes you think I wouldn't fucking know that, AI500?!"

Cecil spat harshly in her mind, and a sudden thought occured to her.

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