Feeling the wind that struck his face, Alfin placed his hand forward and let his fingers loose.
'Heh… this feels great.' Alfin thought as his fingers danced in the air like the remaining hair on his head.
At the moment, Alfin was riding on the body of Yelwis's mech, using his tentacles as a grip on his armor while using his other tentacles to hold Zeldim's body.
Currently, he was pretty strained but it was not hard. The weight of Zeldim was low and the speed at which Yelwis flew was not his top one. All Alfin needed to care about was sticking close to Yelwis's body as he flew. And give him enough mobility and freedom that when in danger, Yelwis is not held back by Alfin and can focus solely on escaping.
'The peace was good, but now I have to go back to the real world.' Alfin thought while looking toward the mountain where Tarkov told the ship would stay. 'Welp, at least. There will be security in that place.'