The Gilded Man With A Thousand Lives

168 Tactical Retreat

As Tyler glided high above the lively green sprawl of jungle, strong winds buffeted against his muscular constitution. Human bodies aren't aerodynamic and would typically be heavily injured in a winged flight. However, the young man was not an ordinary human. His body was more robust than an aircraft's fuselage.

Kat held onto Tyler tightly, her eyes locked on him with admiration and awe. Her eyesight occasionally took nervous glimpses of the distant forest canopies below. After all, she was hundreds of feet above the ground!

Panthers weren't scared of heights but terrified of being away from a firm topsoil! However, Kat felt secure in Tyler's arms. And why wouldn't she? He just rescued her from surefire death with abilities that defied logic. His arms were probably the safest place in the world!

Kat reflected on Tyler's display of godly powers. Was the last Seraphim King this powerful? Did he have the authority to commune with Quetzalcoatl in his early days? Definitely not.

Then how d