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As the officers sprinted toward the pier, Viktor didn't jump into the water. He ran toward the edge of the sea wall. With a snap of the release cord, the reinforced fabric of his wing caught a massive gust. It didn't just lift him; it violently yanked him into the dark sky.

Stoyanov lowered his megaphone, the rain soaking through his uniform. He watched the small shape vanish into the heart of the gale. For that moment, the laws of men were irrelevant. Viktor was gone, carried away by the only force that couldn't be bribed or broken. He was finally above the law, moving with the wind. nad_zakona_ss_vyatra

If you had a specific genre or setting in mind for this title: As the officers sprinted toward the pier, Viktor

Below, the police watched in stunned silence. Their cars, their handcuffs, and their laws were tethered to the earth. Viktor was a silhouette against the lightning, carved out of the clouds. He was moving at sixty knots, soaring over the rooftops and out toward the open horizon where no patrol boat could follow. It didn't just lift him; it violently yanked