"Stop yelling and come to the garden."
The voice echoed in Hayatobi's mind—sharp, clear, and dripping with a subtle, melodic mockery. He raised an eyebrow, recognizing the unmistakable mental signature of the woman he called the 'Old Hag.'
"Follow me," he commanded.
He didn't wait for a response, banking sharply and descending toward a sprawling emerald expanse nestled in the heart of the Sword Academy's fortress. Mirabella and Hitachi followed in his wake, their bodies buoyed by a shimmering translucent platform of mana.
'The ability to fly... I don't have a skill like this yet, and I'm certain Hitachi doesn't either,' Mirabella thought, her mind tracing the complex geometric patterns glowing under her feet.
'Hayatobi must be channeling a high-tier AOE wind or levitation skill to carry us. The mana control required to sustain three people at this speed is terrifying.'
