|| Chapter 355 || The Search For The Fragment
Beneath the heavens, the winds are so gentle but if one soars high, lifts their soul up the clouds, the gusts cuts and bellows. It is dangerous yet beautiful. So tempting it is to reach the clouds with our fingertips.
Moulin was undeniably excited to experience such a thing. He felt pure broiling exhilaration.
Slender fingers tightened the buckles of the belts and the elaborate steel handles for steering. His feet steels themselves on the gears that keep his legs still and tight against the saddle. The only way to remove himself from the mount was by removing a small steel rod that fastened the vital parts of the saddle that kept the rider from falling off the mount.
"Ready?" Ghana spoke, glancing at her friend as she leaned forward.
"Mn," Moulin nodded.