Childhood Friend of the Zenith

I soared through the night sky.

The wind brushed against my cheeks as the crescent moon hung brilliantly above.

It was an unusually beautiful night. Of all times, why now?

I felt the lingering heat of summer as I flew, the scenery below changing countless times. It wasn’t a short distance I had traveled.

Grip.

I tightened my hold. The one being dragged along stirred, her head tilting slightly.

Her black hair fluttered in the wind, and her expression twisted slightly from the pressure.

But—

‘She’s not even fazed, is she?’

Despite being dragged by the neck, she showed no signs of discomfort. How could she be so unaffected when I was applying this much force?

My frustration, mixed with anger, rose at the thought.

Cheonma’s gaze flickered around, scanning her surroundings. Was she trying to figure out how far we had come?