Boom!!!
Boom!!!
In the skies above the city of dogs, several silhouettes blasted through the air, leaving sonic booms wherever they passed. The sound rolled across the rooftops in waves, rattling shutters and sending birds scattering in every direction from their perches.
At the transcendent stage, flying was no longer just levitation. Depending on the amount of energy one put into it, a transcendent being could move anywhere between the speed of a bullet and something closer to Mach 5, a fighter cutting through the upper air with the kind of force that left visible disturbances in its wake.
The man in black was particularly good at this. He moved through the city's skyline with a practiced ease, cutting angles and adjusting trajectory without losing speed, Ember still thrown across his back, her body limp and unmoving.
But he wasn't any more skilled than Leon.
Leon was hot on his tail. Eyes fixed. Jaw set. The kind of focus that didn't have room for anything else.
