"How are you feeling?"
Six thousand meters up in the sky, Ola pulled off his frost-covered Goggles and roughly wiped his face.
Stuka's voice echoed in his mind. The great bird was currently gliding smoothly on the air currents. Its pure white feathers were pressed so tightly against its body by the rushing air that they resembled a white carapace, outlining the rock-hard contours of its blood-gorged muscles.
"Couldn't be better!"
Ola grinned, revealing a set of stark white teeth. There were no whites in his eyes, only a sea of churning crimson.
The Icarus Potion was taking full effect. Right now, he felt like he could kick down the gates of hell themselves if they stood in his way.
Though he couldn't see them, he couldn't help but picture the new toys attached to Stuka's belly.
Four slender, black iron tubes with special fins on their tails were mounted there.
They were a new toy developed by Velin specifically for this kind of suicidal dive—the "Screamer."
