Ranar stared at him as he posed dramatically at the edge of the cliff, trying his hardest to look imposing despite the swelling on his cheek.
Honestly, he was kind of interesting.
He carried an absurd number of magical artifacts for someone his age, which meant he definitely was not some ordinary child.
"Well, well, well." She smacked her fist into her palm and smiled menacingly. "Any last words?"
Ric straightened his back. Though one side of his face was swollen, he remained calm.
"Last words?" he repeated, placing a hand on his chest. "Yes, I do."
He flashed her a grin.
"Catch me if you can."
Then, to her absolute horror, he jumped.
Without hesitation, he leapt off the cliff.
For a split second, Ranar froze.
Was he insane?
He was only in the Second Class. A fall from that height would not kill him outright, but he would certainly be crippled—and worse, neither of them knew what lurked below.
Cursing under her breath, she sprinted after him and dove from the cliff.
