Ryan stopped looking toward the portal and turned around slowly. The strong wind blowing in from the exterior forcefully shook the heavy fabric of his dark trench coat.
"Alright, with that out of the way, let us move on to our own matters now." He said with a firm voice.
But the elf girl still remained standing very close to the edge of the abyss.
Irina kept her hands over her chest, tightly gripping the fabric of the clothing she had barely managed to adjust after their little game of garments.
"Do you guys really think Helen will be okay?" She asked with evident curiosity and her eyes wide open with fear.
"Yes, Vel is extremely fast. Do not worry about it." Ryan responded without displaying a single alteration on his face.
He fully trusted in the winged monster's immense speed to catch up to the black-haired girl right in the middle of her free fall among the clouds.
"Alright..." She said in a light whisper, biting her lower lip with highly noticeable nervousness.
