[Lost Era 1001, date unknown, Ebony Forest.
Since ancient times, humanity's obsession with flight had never ceased.
We yearned to spread our wings like hawks and soar into the boundless sky, to touch the sunset and the rising sun. And so we invented the renowned "Flying Spell."
But only when you truly soared through the heavens could you understand the dangers of the sky—
Having never experienced flight before, I spent the first hour constantly adjusting to the levitating properties of fairy dust.
Unlike the feeling of being carried by a breeze that came with Flying Spell or Gaseous Form, the instant you scattered fairy dust, a pair of translucent, spectral butterfly wings sprouted from your back.
They were like an additional set of limbs, allowing you to distinctly sense the presence of their "bones." But your initial distrust of these new limbs sent you crashing uncontrollably into trees and careening through the air.
The falls hurt. I could clear away the bruises myself with "Healing Word," and fortunately, I broke no bones.
With Yiwu using gravity to help me maintain my balance, I managed not to waste too much time.]
[In the second hour, I began trying to climb higher.
Although I did my best to hurry, the flying speed granted by fairy dust was fixed, little different from a normal walking pace.
I could see everything beneath my feet slowly shrinking. Individual trees blended into masses of emerald green, rivers became veinlike networks, and buildings turned into blocks—the Ebony Forest gradually became a collection of miniature models, as though I were looking down at a scale model of the forest.
The birds in the sky seemed to notice us "new guests," too. Circling flocks surrounded us, speaking in an obscure, incomprehensible language.
It was rich in emotion, yet