Wind howled around me as I plummeted, faster and faster. The platform came into view below like a small dot growing in size. I waited until the last second, then flared the wings open.
The mist expanded instantly, catching the air, stopping my fall with brutal grace. I hovered in place again, barely a foot above the platform, with wind coiling around my legs like excited snakes.
I didn't land right away.
Instead, I moved again—faster now, darting around the abyss with a level of precision that surprised even me. I rose. Dipped. Glided low across the edge. Twisted into a loop and came out flying backward. I slowed midair until I barely drifted forward and then stopped entirely, hovering with my wings held wide and steady.
Every movement, every shift of wind, responded to my will.
