A day earlier.
At the moment of the fall.
Without the support of Rudy's Air Blast Magic, Allen and Sylphy plummeted rapidly through the air!
They were very close. How close?
The fierce winds in the valley scattered Allen's long hair. His glasses had already shattered during the first charge through the monsters, and the hair tie binding his hair had long since been claimed by the winds between the cliffs.
The howling wind played a shrieking march, and his somewhat coarse brown hair danced a tango with her soft, silky green hair.
They intertwined in the wind.
In that instant of falling.
The two, close enough to touch, met each other's eyes in the darkness. Their breaths brushed against each other's faces.
Allen's brows shot up, unable to hide his shock. He simply could not understand why Sylphy had done this. How had she reacted so quickly and grabbed his hand?
Sylphy, meanwhile, squinted into pretty crescents against the wind. Though panic showed on her face, there was also a trace of stubbornness. Her reddish-brown eyes stared straight at Allen's face, her expression exactly like Allen's whenever he seriously studied someone.
At that moment, there was no such thing as a suspension bridge in the air.
Yet the two of them had fallen from one together!
The gale roared by their ears.
Light and shadow flashed past before their eyes.
Their hearts hammered wildly in their chests.
Allen snapped out of it after only an instant. His eyes flew open as he tightly wrapped Sylphy in his arms and instinctively roared.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
There was no time to hear Sylphy's response. At the same time, his Flow Arcana was pushed to its limits.
Sylphy clutched his bloodied back with all her strength. A hazy