His hand slipped.
His whole body was flung away.
At this moment, the pterosaur had already flown into the high air outside the cliff.
Strange looked at the still-bleeding pterosaur, then glanced at the bottomless jungle below, a Strange sense of calm rising in his heart.
"Sorry, Alice."
He muttered to himself in the wind, closing his eyes, his body in freefall, plummeting rapidly toward the ground. "In the end, I still couldn't avenge you, but I tried my best."
Is this what death feels like?
A bit cold, and a bit dizzy.
While waiting for death to arrive, Strange's mind was blank, and time seemed to lose all meaning.
One second, two seconds...
The anticipated shattering of his body did not come.
Instead, he suddenly heard an extremely sharp, extremely urgent sound of wind breaking in his ears.
"Whoosh—"
That was the sound of some object cutting through the air at high speed.
He instinctively opened his eyes.
In that instant, he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
It was sunset, and the afterglow on the horizon was as brilliant as a raging fire, a huge red sun hanging over the mountaintop.
Amidst these ten thousand golden rays, a heroic, agile figure, swift as a leopard, was riding the wind, breaking through the air toward him.
The person wore a handsome military uniform, white gas jetting from their waist, holding two cold, gleaming blades in their hands, like a Valkyrie descending from the heavens.
"That is..."
Strange widened his eyes.
Before he could see clearly, he felt his back collar tighten sharply.
A massive force grabbed him.
Immediately after, the entire World turned upside down before his eyes.
"Hold on tight!"
A cold and familiar voice rang in his ears.
"Ahhh—"
Strange couldn't help but cry out loudly.
Because he saw himself being carried by that figure, passing through the gaps between towering trees at an astonishing speed.
It looked like they were about to crash into a protruding boulder; he could even see the moss on the stone.
"Up!"
The figure pressed some kind of switch.
Strange felt his body lighten, and he was pulled by that force, miraculously rising just a second before impact, tracing a perfect U-shaped arc.
Skimming over the boulder, passing through the treetops.
Just when he was almost out of breath and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
The speed finally slowed down.
The figure let go.
Strange landed hard on the thick branch of a giant redwood tree, clutching the trunk, shaken, gasping for air.
And on another branch opposite him, the figure who had saved him landed lightly, retracted the steel cable, and turned around.
The setting sun's afterglow spilled onto her face, gilding her with a golden edge.
Although she had changed clothes, and her temperament had become incredibly sharp, that face was undoubtedly the familiar little girl.
"Sorry, Mr. Long-Face, the takeoff was a bit rushed just now, almost made you crash."
Alice's mouth curled up slightly, with a teasing tone, as she toyed with the folding blade in her hand.
"But you know, your weight plus the acceleration of gravity, the inertia is just too great."
Strange, out of breath, was stunned for several seconds before finally finding his voice.
He shrugged, revealing a smile uglier than crying: "I know, that's Newton's Second Law. However, compared to being smashed into pulp, I prefer this feeling of airsickness."
After saying that, he earnestly examined the girl in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief: "Are you really Alice?"
"It's me."
"This outfit, and this flying device?" Strange pointed to the Omni-directional Mobility Gear at her waist. "If I said I thought I saw an Angel just now, or some kind of high-tech alien warrior, would you laugh at me?"
"Maybe."
Alice stood up from the branch, looking at the pterosaur in the distance that was climbing again, a flash of cold light in her eyes.
She turned to look at Strange and blinked—that was her playfulness as Alice: "If I said I was grabbed by the pterosaur, not only did I survive, but I also found a million U.S. dollars in that cave full of dead human bones, and then not only did I pay-to-win to become stronger, but I also happened to inherit the power of a warrior named Ackerman, would you believe me?"
Strange was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing until tears came out.
"Like 'The Count of Monte Cristo'?"
"No."
Alice drew her twin blades, the blades pointing toward the evil dragon in the sky.
"Like 'Attack on Titan'. Now, I'm going to hunt that Beast. You stay here, don't move, and watch closely."
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