Below

- This is the top!, cried Vicente. You are not good enough to stay up here. Fall. Fall and end your flight, dead bird.
He pulled the air to his direction and all the wind that held her up was gone in an instant. His words became commandments, and she unwillingly obeyed.
While falling, Etlyr could still think. And all she thought was: I'm broken!
And no one rushed to catch her.
The warm clouds swallowed the angel.