On the way to Atlas City, five huge birds knifed through the sky at blistering speed.
Their oppressive aura alone was enough to make countless "kings of the air" tuck their heads and keep their distance.
Each bird had one or two riders on its back.
Ethan rode solo on the peregrine falcon, Flint, out in front. Everyone else doubled up—two people per bird.
From Fallen Star City in Redwood County to Atlas City was over twelve hundred miles. They'd already been flying for more than three hours when they finally crossed into Atlas City's territory.
With Nugget the golden eagle, Pebble the dire eagle, and Flint all at Tier 10, they didn't run into any truly vicious mutant raptors bold enough to block their path. Still, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing.
The big predators stayed away… but plenty of small, flocking mutant birds took their shot.
