A gentle breeze brushed across her cheeks, giving them a pinkish hue. The fresh scent of damp trees filled her nose as she watched a flock of birds soaring through the sky. It was such a beautiful day.
"Lory, you are so heavy," Jay groaned.
"Lory, I can't breathe, get up please..." Clift's voice was muffled, half pleading.
Lory was lying flat on top of both Jay and Clift, her limbs sprawled, and her boots planted squarely on Clift's face.
After the explosion, they had jumped from the plane. While everyone else used body-strengthening and protective spells to brace for the impact, Lory summoned the wind to slow their fall.
But no amount of magic could save anyone from falling that height without breaking some of their ribs and bones, even powerful gifted people, they couldn't avoid serious injury, and for someone with weak mana, it would be like dropping an egg onto asphalt.
