On top of one of the tall buildings, it was still nighttime in the city and it had been a couple of minutes since Ralph got into the black car.
Four figures dropped down on the rooftop of the fifteen-story building, resulting in heavy sounds being produced.
"Mum, I can fly on my own now, you don't need to hold me," A little girl, probably more than two years old, spoke up.
She had a cute round face with big eyes that made her look absolutely adorable. Her hair was curly black and shone under the stars like the surface of an oily thorny bush.
Chloe shook her head, "I know that, I just don't want you to stray too far away from me, that's all,"
Chloe still had her daughter's hand held in hers. Looking at the bright lights from the tall buildings and street lights.
This place was magical to her, not a single trace of aura from a powerful being but that's what made this place strange. The power of this place didn't lie in the individual, it lay in the collective.
