Thin Line Between Life and Death

Ferde Wilderness

Link looked up at the sky. The moon hung high, casting down silver light and covering the wilderness with a layer of frosty white fog. It was a clear night and was suitable for flying.

"Romilson, don't use the unicorn. Use a flight spell so we can get back quickly," Link said. He was pretty sure the Assassins would try to stop them. If they flew, they could pass over the trouble.

Unexpectedly, Romilson grew awkward. "I don't know how."

"Aren't you a Level-7 Magician? You don't know any flight spells?" Link knitted his brows. This was an awkward situation.

Romilson became more embarrassed. "I don't like being in the air…How about you do it?"

Who would've thought that he was scared of heights?

Link shook his head. "I don't have much Mana left, and one of the enemies is a Level-6 Magician. I need to be ready for any sneak attacks."