207 The Great Filter

As the gears of transmutation churned within Midas, orchestrating the intricate ballet of the Optimus Body Phase 2, the rest of the Clan danced between the platforms, soaring long on the backs of Dragons, their attention oscillating between casual camaraderie and the sights they saw all around them.

One of these people, Yanika, was chuckling to herself, a helmet over her head muffling her laughter as she read what was going on.

Even if the helmet was not there, the speed at which she was going was sure to muffle her voice in the sounds of the flapping of the wings of the majestic black Dragon that was carrying her with grace across the clouds.

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Lele: Representative Mika said we're currently in the mesosphere, right? When are we going to reach the next one?

Qinglin: I also want to know this…