Slowly, Drakon!

"Slowly, Drakon!"

"I'm about to fall over here..."

"Damn it, I'm dead..."

Amid the relentless howling of the wind, BlackFang was lifted into the sky, soaring above the clouds. True enough, the black cat was being carried by a swirling flame hovering overhead.

"Look at you, so timid, BlackFang?" Drakon laughed mockingly at his fellow disciple. At that moment, the two of them pierced through the thick mist, heading straight for Cinderfang Mountain of the Celestial Monastery.

"I'm just scared of heights, not cowardly... Ugh... Oof..." BlackFang retorted, his face pale as he fought back nausea.

"Hahaha!"

"Alright then, brace yourself—we're speeding up!" Drakon called out.

"Oh no!!!" BlackFang wailed in despair.

High above the sea of white mist, icy winds roared. From the east, golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, heralding the dawn of a new day.