It had been two hours since Adam defeated the Bulgae and left the spot where the battle had taken place.
The wind howled through the dense forest, rustling the thick canopy of leaves as a black blur zipped between the trees, and through the thick Miasma mist. Adam moved with inhuman agility, flipping, twisting, and rebounding off the thick branches like a seasoned acrobat.
Things he as a normal hum from Earth was unable to do in his past life.
His movements were fluid, almost effortless as if gravity itself had decided he was beyond its control.
If one were to see him now, they would have been left speechless. After all, what kind of five-year-old could perform feats like this? His body twisted midair, flipping off a tree trunk before diving headfirst toward another. A quick handstand kick sent him spiraling upward before he grabbed onto a branch, using it as a launch pad to propel himself forward.
