This wasn't the first time Michael had been teleported by someone.
His first experience had been with Teacher Brian, the second with Princess Priscilla in the Land of Origin, and now this was the third.
However, compared to the first two, Instructor Yola was clearly far more powerful.
At least, Michael had never imagined that a five-hour journey by car could be covered in less than five flashes of light—and that was even when Instructor Yola didn't seem to know his exact destination.
Michael exhaled shakily. It was surreal.
But he didn't have the time to be amazed.
Every second that passed tightened the unease in his chest. Something had happened, and he could only hope that he wasn't already too late.
High above the clouds, the world stretched endlessly. Wind rushed past, cool and thin, carrying the faint scent of rain.
Instructor Yola and Michael cut through the air in silence, their figures little more than blurs of dot to anyone far below.
