Anymore

The clouds, the smell of the wind, the direction of the wind, the scenery... – Brawen closed her eyes and mumbled.

"Hey, cling to me, fall. But the scenery is nothing. In the wind, I can only hear your faint scent. The wind is blowing in the opposite direction from where we fly. The clouds are still moving, so that's relevant. It has nothing to do with what we're talking about, Eron."

Brawen's hand grasped the hem of Chandra's shirt and, trembling a little, said, "Fly quickly, hurry to the security room, call your subordinates as well."

"Huh?" Chandra heard it well, but asked again to make sure she could understand it better.

Brawen hit the horse's butt with his hand, immediately neighed, and rushed towards the security room.

Those clouds don't fly; what's flying is us. The Uranus fortress is flying at insane speed. Chandra, we have to get to the center of the security room. Hurry up.

"How can that be? During the Olympus competition, the fortress could not be moved. The mind of a 20-y