C122 Am I Going to Get Pregnant?

The serene scene did not last long, before it was replaced by noise and heat. The Mist Eagle s pounced down like they had eaten aphrodisiac. Their speed and aura were similar to that of a gliding airplane. One might be nothing, but if dozens of them came together, it would be a sight to behold. Not long after, a hazy figure rushed over from the side of the bridge like a cheetah