Riding a wyvern was exactly like riding a motorcycle, if the motorcycle was made of angry leather and tried to eat you every time you adjusted your grip.
Rin clung to the saddle of the lead beast, the wind tearing at his face as they hit cruising altitude. The desert below was a blur of beige static, the glitch effects less visible from three thousand feet up but still there, patches of the world failing to render like a game map with a bad internet connection.
"This is unsafe!" Joy screamed from the wyvern behind him, clinging to Tayo's waist. "There are no seatbelts!"
"It's a dragon, Joy!" Tayo yelled back, looking exhilaratingly terrified. "Just hold on to the scales!"
Echo rode the third beast with Vane and Kelvin, the blind S-rank sitting cross-legged in the saddle with no harness, looking completely unbothered by the fact that a slip would result in a terminal velocity splat.
