Kael's body cut through the air the instant he launched himself from the top of the cathedral, but unlike a normal fall, there was no loss of control, no dizziness, no brief moment when the human body realizes it is plummeting to its own destruction. Before he even gained enough speed to become a real fall, the wind around him responded.
Not like a breeze.
But like something alive.
An invisible current formed beneath his feet, compressing the air into a solid enough base to support him, while other currents intertwined around his body, adjusting his trajectory with almost surgical precision. The impact that should have come never happened, replaced by a gentle impulse that launched him forward, tearing through the night in a fluid and controlled movement.
Kael was flying.
