Freezing winds of the dark night sky hit the faces of three people, nine thousand feet above the ground, riding a four-wheeler car-sized Flamy Eagle that looked much weaker than just moments ago.
"Ha Ha Ha!" The white-haired old man on the back of the eagle moaned in pain while the handsome black-haired youth aggressively pressed both his hands against the old man's chest, golden light seeping out from them.
A beautiful white-haired girl lay by the old man's side, wrapping her warm arms around his face in a tight embrace, trying her hardest to comfort him with her body heat.
Johan's hand flinched, fingers curling on their own. He clenched his hand, recovering his momentum.
'So, the clones died…' a wild smirk appeared on his lips, hardening the gravitational bubble hiding their presence.
Johan's mind wandered back.
"Perfect clone!!" Johan ran, Marino on his shoulders. He had already known the bodily structure and Aether signature of both Kirin and Sebastian since childhood.
