"So, Bubba's been misbehaving this whole time," Apollo muttered, resting a hand beneath his chin as he thought about his mischievous monkey. "To think he still has the nerve to run off, even after all the punishments I've given him. I must've been too soft."
An intense wind whipped through his hair and clothes as he stood atop his flying mount, Bluetooth—the Water-Attributed Falcon—whose powerful wings cleaved the skies with every beat.
Apollo's shoulder-length black hair fluttered behind him, dark strands dancing as he scanned the endless terrain below.
After leaving the vast desert far behind, they soared above mountain ranges that took nearly two hours to cross. Along the way, Apollo glimpsed several villages dotting the rugged landscape. With his enhanced senses, he caught sight of villagers pointing up at him, their faces alight with wonder and awe.
