As planned, Ragnar was captured.
It didn't exactly happen the way Lucivar envisioned but he got it done.
Looking up, he saw Ragnar being restrained by a vicious vortex of wind that was shaped like a cocoon.
Julian created it so there was absolutely no chance for him to break that restraint.
Glancing to the side, to the other end of the street, Julian realized that there were onlookers—that might make the situation more problematic. Pointing his hand at Lucivar, a gathering of wind appeared under Lucivar and lifted him off the ground.
Once all three of them were off the ground, they zoomed into the sky—heading back to the basement.
Along the way, Lucivar closed his eyes and relished the sensation of rushing cold wind.
'How nice does it feel to fly at will?' He thought inside.
Oblivious to Julian, this was Lucivar's first time soaring through the sky.
Julian was living his dream and now, he tasted the tip of what flying feels like.
