Kyle panicked as he felt the kick, his eyes widening as he plunged toward the abyss.
He didn't even have time to figure out who the hell dared to kick him when he was so vulnerable. He could only manage a curse.
"The heck??!"
But before the raging wind currents could sweep him away, he twisted his body in the air and grabbed hold of the golden bridge.
His sudden grip jolted the bridge violently, causing a man and a woman clinging to it with all their strength to be swept away by the air like scraps of paper. Furiously, they cursed whoever had disturbed the bridge.
Kyle hurriedly clung tightly to the bridge, crossing his legs and wrapping his arms around it to secure himself. He blinked at the shouts and curses of the two people, then shouted back, feigning innocence.
"Not my fault! Someone kicked me!"
His words should have been drowned out by the chaos around him, but his voice was deeper and more commanding than most.
