Aiden stepped off the edge of Venya's massive dragon back without hesitation.
The wind instantly slammed into him as he plummeted toward the ground far below. Instead of showing any concern, he casually flipped himself upside down mid-air, hands sliding smoothly into his pockets like he was taking a relaxed stroll through the clouds rather than free-falling at terrifying speed.
His crimson robe billowed wildly around him, the fabric snapping in the fierce updraft. His white hair whipped across his face, yet his expression remained completely calm — almost bored — with that signature arrogant smirk playing on his lips.
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[Master—!!] Lunara's voice burst into his mind, overflowing with excited, fangirl-like adoration. [Oh my god, look at you! Falling upside down with your hands in your pockets like the entire world is your playground! So cool! So effortlessly dominant! I'm literally screaming right now~ You're the most badass Master anyone could ever ask for!]
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