He adjusted his posture in the air, tapping the fallen trunk with his toes to retreat several meters and avoid direct confrontation.
Before the words finished, Evan Orwell had already spread his wings.
The wings unfolded to a width of five meters, with every feather neatly arranged.
His flight stance was steady, and with a flap, he swiftly approached.
Wyatt Yardley seized the moment and tossed Seraphina Caldwell upward.
Evan Orwell safely caught her with his back, slightly tilting his long neck.
"Hold onto the feathers, don't look down."
With that, his wings gave a sudden flap, shooting straight upward with Seraphina Caldwell.
Just in time to avoid the second attack from the Emberclaw Wolves.
Seraphina Caldwell felt her body being steadily lifted by a strong force.
The shadows of the trees rapidly fell away, and the ground became distant.
She pressed tightly against Evan Orwell's back, her palms tingling from the tension.
