A gentle breeze stirred the Cloud Sea, undulating like ripples and softly scattering the cotton candy-like clouds. It blew against Fang Hong's face, messing up the hair on his forehead.
He looked at the dark Communication Crystal in his hand, from which Hilveld's voice, disturbed by Magic Power, came through with a rustling sound: "Be careful."
"I will."
Hilveld responded softly: "Waiting for your return."
The delicate voice sounded as if it whispered into his ear, making Fang Hong's heartbeat quicken slightly.
He closed the communicator, looked up in one direction, where everyone was putting on their Winged Backpacks and retreating into the cave to avoid being spotted by enemies suddenly appearing on the pier. Outside on the platform, some people were designated to monitor the pier; there was no movement yet, but a few minutes ago, someone patrolled the pier.
