Michael separated from Park Muyeol and was rapidly rising in the sky. Higher and higher—he overcame the resistance of the mighty wind and steadily rose up.

‘It is really hard to separate like this.’

For the first time, Michael had felt a father’s heart during the week-long hunt. Thus, he wanted to feel this happiness a bit longer, preferably as long as possible. It was even more so because he had never laughed so sincerely in his life.

However, if there was a separation, then there was also a meeting. Michael reflected on this experience and vowed to meet again. Just then, there was a fluttering sound and a shape fell from above. The speed was so fast that Michael thought it was an enemy.

Therefore, he fired several small sand blades. The blades flew away in an arc and took the shape of a half moon. It didn’t take long for it to hit the target that was flying toward him. The sand engulfed the object, creating yellow dust. However, a huge wind made of light green magic flew through it. It was much superior...