Nansich sat back in the plush seat, still marveling at how soft and smooth it felt. The moment the craft lifted off the ground, a low hum vibrated through the floor, followed by a sudden surge of power as the cruiser launched upward into the sky.
He gasped.
The world outside blurred into streaks of motion. Buildings, clouds, even the sun—all of it seemed to vanish into a silvery wash. He couldn't make out anything beyond the clear cockpit dome except flashes of color and shape that passed too quickly for his eyes to track. It didn't feel like flying—it felt like teleporting at insane speed.
"W-woah…" he breathed, pressing his hand to the glass. "This is insane…"
He grinned like a kid, eyes wide, as he tried to catch sight of something familiar, anything he could recognize from above. But there was no chance. The craft moved so fast that even blinking made him miss entire landscapes. His heart pounded in his chest—not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of it.
