He wore a mystic robe, blending seamlessly with the night, as the night wind gently lifted him higher and higher.
He felt as if there was no need to exert power, only letting the strange energy flow through his body, with a slight movement of thought, he could merge with the night wind and keep rising.
It seemed as if the strange energy was transforming him into the wind, ascending with its power.
Throughout this process, the strange energy did not deplete, as if it could float endlessly without exhaustion.
As time passed, he continued ascending, spiraling above the Imperial Palace as if he were a whirlwind.
After rising to one hundred meters, he still hadn't seen the shadow of the Divine Artifact, kept ascending another hundred meters, and then another hundred meters...
When he reached a thousand meters, the entire Imperial City lay beneath his feet, resembling the stars in the night sky.
The sky was dark, and the ground was dotted with lights.
