The Dwarf King

The experience of flying through the sky is truly special, even when it isn't my own power making it possible.

I had used magic to float in midair before, but flying through the sky atop Scarlet was at an altitude beyond comparison.

Well, if we're talking about altitude, jumping from the Fusang Tree was pretty high too, but that was still entirely different from flying forward through the sky.

Looking down, everything on the ground was tiny, yet the land stretched on without end.

Scarlet, who had come to pick me up in the West, was naturally no longer a chick; it had become a giant bird about the size of a small house.

But according to Scarlet, even this was still only partway through its growth.

A fully grown immortal bird was apparently much, much larger.

Even so, Scarlet flew so quickly that it crossed the West, which had taken me months to traverse, in less than half a day.

It felt a little like riding in an airplane—yes, like the airplanes from my memories of my previous life.

Well, I suppose it was different in that I was completely exposed to the wind, with nothing covering me...