Alicarde flew through the night sky, his movements unsteady. Despite the many battles he had fought, the art of flying still eluded him.
The mental strain was immense, and his control was flimsy at best. Crushing objects with gravity or making them weightless were basic techniques for him, but flying was an entirely different challenge.
It demanded a delicate balance—one he hadn't yet mastered.
He landed on a nearby building not far from Anne's place, the impact causing a slight tremor on the rooftop. Adjusting the sword strapped to his back, he walked to the edge of the building, his eyes scanning the city below.
The real problem with flying wasn't just becoming weightless; it was the need to navigate himself while maintaining the right amount of inertia and centrifugal force.