The surging pollution seemed to turn into a stream, continuously acting on Hilia as she jumped down, as if trying to push her away.
Thanks to that mysterious force, Hilia's descent was essentially light and effortless.
Not knowing how long she had fallen, Hilia slowly felt her feet touch the ground.
The young girl let out a sigh of relief.
"Thankfully, I landed smoothly."
The speed wasn't fast, but Hilia still found it thrilling.
If Rose hadn't been urging her continuously and could see nothing below, she might not have dared to look down, let alone jump.
Despite this, she was still very nervous when she jumped down, her mind tense, holding onto the flying broom, ready to hop on at any moment.
Now, having landed smoothly, Hilia turned the flying broom, folded it, and tossed it back into the space ring, taking out her magic staff.
The magic puppet emitted a faint light, illuminating the surrounding environment.
"It's all pollution."
Hilia exclaimed.
