Rows after rows, people continued to gather beneath him.
William decided that before the number reached fifty, it would be better to transport them.
He was capable of lifting more than a hundred people at once, but overcrowding the sky would draw unnecessary attention.
Slowly, his body began to descend.
Removing his hands from his pockets, he lowered himself toward the ground.
Some of the survivors noticed him coming down and instinctively cleared space, allowing him to land softly among them.
Everyone turned to look at the young man—his calm expression completely at odds with the chaos unfolding around them.
In a clear, steady voice, William addressed them.
"I am not taking you to safety on foot. Do not panic, and do not make a sound, or you will alert the Devils. If you have children, cover their eyes. If you're afraid of heights, the same advice applies to you."
His words made it clear that there would be no walking to safety, nor any transport by carriages.
