THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
Ashok could feel his heartbeat pounding like a war drum in his chest the moment both feet touched the rooftop.
His breath came sharp and fast, the aftershock of adrenaline still flooding his veins.
He had come dangerously close to death, yet not a single trace of fear lingered within him.
Instead, there was exhilaration.
A pure, unfiltered rush.
This was the first time Ashok had truly tested the potential of his Supernatural Power—Gravity after his latest breakthrough.
The sheer speed, the plummet, the moment between flight and fall… it was terrifyingly addictive.
Still standing, he slowly lifted his head to look up at the morning sky, pale blue and streaked with wisps of mist.
Then his gaze dropped, steady and unblinking, to the tiles beneath his feet.
Something had changed.
His perspective—of both the sky above and the earth below—felt different.
