How to Survive as a Genius Spy in the Game

I soar up, riding the rough updraft. It’s been a while since I’ve flown. A pleasant pressure travels between my outstretched arms and legs.

The moon gets closer and the ground farther away.

Opening my eyes wasn’t a problem. Instead of a helmet, winds were protecting my head.

The sky with few clouds was bright enough with the light emitted by the crescent moon, but night was still night.

Things visible on the ground become smaller. I had long since adapted to the darkness of night, but not to the distance. My vision gradually becomes hazy.

The figures of those creatures disappear, and even trees start to look like a single mass. It’s okay. I’m still estimating their position.

From the sky, I brought a telescope to my eyes using winds instead of hands and checked below.

‘As expected.’

I didn’t think Shahri and the devil worshippers would run away. There was no reason to.