Noah found himself flying through the air—again.
The thought flickered through his mind with dark humor as he watched the crystalline landscape blur past him at terminal velocity. Some months ago on Cannadah, this would have been the end. Hell, Some months ago he wouldn't have even been flying—he would have been paste on the ground after the first hit.
But now, wrapped in his Knight Grace armor with void energy coursing through his enhanced body, he had the luxury of tactical assessment even while hurtling through the atmosphere at bone-crushing speeds.
'Amazing how perspective changes,' he mused, activating his armor's stabilization systems. 'Used to be terrified of these things. Now I'm just... respectfully cautious.'
