First rule of modern magic

If taking flight was freeing, then the way Theo ran with the winds was liberating.

The flight offered undisturbed freedom, one born of speed and full of trouble Theo never thought about before.

But his run?

It felt as if he actively cast off the shackles of his old body, the shackles that he had to endure even when the cultivation of his second life reformed his flesh!

The winds screamed in his ears. The sights blended into an abstract painting, forcing him to use another glyph just to see where he was going. A small shockwave left in the wake of each step he made, tossing up the dirt and effectively leaving behind a trail marking his advance.

This sprint filled Theo's mind with the sense of extreme rush, as if he finally became what human beings were all born to be, just a smudge of speed in the slow, vast world they were born into.

And yet…

'I need to get off the road!'