Back when they were about to leave Graycliff Town, Ma Lou had certainly put on a convincing act.
Hands in his pockets, a deep, brooding gaze.
He had even waved to the old guard seeing them off, carrying himself like some aloof master, a "ranger of the Wasteland."
But the instant the Snowwing Pegasus beneath him suddenly spread its wings and shot off the ground like a fighter jet...
Boom!
A violent blast of air slammed into Ma Lou's face, wildly distorting his features.
In that instant, what tough-guy persona?
What precautions against those bastard developers secretly filming him?
In the face of sheer speed and adrenaline, Ma Lou forgot all about them!
They had barely climbed a few hundred meters before Ma Lou lost his composure.
"Holy shit!!!"
"Too high! This is way too fucking high!!"
He wrapped both arms around Kairils's waist in front of him, pressing himself against the man's back as he screamed hysterically:
"Help! Does this crappy mount even have a seat belt?!"
"It doesn't even have handrails! This has to violate traffic laws!"
"Slow down! Bro Kai! Daddy Kai! Ease off the throttle! It's my first time riding this thing! I can't take it!!"
The wind poured into his mouth as Ma Lou howled behind him, looking for all the world like a rubber chicken strapped to a rocket.
Yet the Fourth Catastrophe's adaptability was often beyond the comprehension of carbon-based life.
His fear of flying at such heights lasted less than ten minutes.
Once the Snowwing Pegasus pierced the gray clouds and began gliding steadily above the sea of clouds.
The thrill-seeking instinct etched into the very bones of the Fourth Catastrophe suddenly seized control without warning!
"Huh? Looks like... we haven't crashed?"
Ma Lou secretly cracked one eye open.
Below his feet