As everyone knew, Amber was a creature both reckless and cowardly—cowardly within her recklessness, reckless within her cowardice, alternating unpredictably between the two.
Whenever any immediate danger appeared nearby, even the slightest disturbance, this Shadow Assault Goose would yank open a Shadow Gate and flee within a fraction of a second. Her escape speed was astonishing, fast enough that even her soul would be left chasing after her.
But if no tangible danger could be observed nearby, this goose's horizons instantly broadened—she even felt that an ancient god's throne was something she could try climbing.
Amber stood beneath the towering throne, craning her neck to stare at its cliff-like face. Her gaze gradually turned reckless.
The next second, she climbed onto the face of the throne without hesitation, using the uneven reliefs and ancient weathered cracks to scramble upward with both hands and feet.
The disorderly winds from the Shadow Desert stirred faintly, blowing Amber's long hair and the scarf around her neck. Yet the wind did nothing to affect her climbing speed or stability. In this place brimming with Shadow Power, she felt unusually strong in her limbs and exceptionally light on her feet, as though the whole world were lending her strength, as though everything in the environment were helping her do what she wanted to do—except for the sand and dust that had initially gotten into her eyes.
She climbed slowly at first, but her speed gradually increased. It was as if she could no longer feel gravity's restraint; instead, her body felt as light as a shadow. Clutching the intricate, mysterious relief patterns, she darted swiftly between protrusions and depressions. Smoke and dust formed by shadow power trailed a long streak behind her. From afar, it looked as though she had become a drifting cloud clinging