1463 High Altitude Drop

Good controlled his joystick while focused on the plane in front of him.

It's really… dark.

Sky, clouds, ground—aside from the flickering light fixed before him, he was unable to see anything. And from prolonged staring, even the tail lights seemed to become hallucinatory.

Am I really moving?

Or more accurately speaking, have we been stationary all this time?

Good lowered his visor and rubbed his sore eyes—at this moment, he noticed that his gloves were already sticky.

I'm actually perspiring…

When was the last time this happened? Most probably while chasing after the specters…

He took two deep breaths and silently recited the King's words.

The darkest period is precisely right before the dawn.

Before Dawn…

"Let's talk, otherwise I think I'll choke."