Theron looked down, watching as seas of people, flashing landscapes, and whipping winds passed him by.
This was the first time he had flown in the skies like this.
Sure, it was as a prisoner, and he was shackled in not the most comfortable of positions, but it was a fascinating experience nonetheless.
He was basically being pulled by his wrists, his shoulders pulling against their blades and joints as the white ninja sped away from the Imperial City.
From start to finish, the golden-banded white ninja didn't speak a single word. Theron had a hard time telling if this was because he was disdainful of speaking, was a mute, or if this was just the protocol he followed on official business.
'This development… is quite interesting…'
Theron didn't actually know what was happening right now. Sometimes, even he could be caught off guard. He was just trying to apply some pressure to Ott to see what other things he could learn about, but he was oblivious to the true weight of things.
