The silence broke.
"No way…"
"He jumped… right?"
"That wasn't flying…"
"Was it?"
Suspicion, disbelief, and denial spread through the crowd because accepting what they just saw was far more terrifying. High above them, Bahamut hovered for a brief moment, his golden wings beating slowly, eyes calm as he looked down at the stunned sea of faces. Then, without a word, he descended carrying his fox, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The turn of events happened so fast that most realized it too late that Bahamut had just run away with Lily in his arms.
