The Boy Who Killed A God: II

Mane’s leap was daring, yet when one considered that he was a Body Wielding Noble, it seemed like humility to leap from a tower that didn’t reach past the confines of the atmosphere. The wind pressure alone should have been enough to ruffle his clothes, yet Mane’s attire remained as it was. His clothes defied the laws of physics and moved freely in the wind, almost like Mane was taking a casual stroll through the neighborhood.

Down below, the mouths of many of the workers were agape in shock. They had just witnessed a man leap off a building without a single display of caution. All the men and women below were competent warriors in their own right, but none dared to make such a leap. And though they had witnessed their ancestors flying around freely constantly, they had never seen any of their leaders take such a daring leap; they had never witnessed a man playing with – no, taunting – fate.

“Did he just jump down?” Lam was the person in charge here. Lily was stationed elsewhere, deal