Whoosh
The wind howled around them as Igni soared through the grey sky, his wings cutting through the clouds like blades of fire. The air here was much warmer and tamer than what the Dragon had gotten used to; it was different from the cold and sharp air in the Heights that stung the face and made breathing feel heavy.
It was clear that winter had barely arrived in this place—heck, one would call this place heaven when compared to the Heights, and they hadn't even traveled that far yet.
Yes, the group had left the Heights and were heading somewhere else. Below them stretched a vast, endless ocean.
Kael sat at the front of the dragon's neck, his cloak fluttering wildly in the wind. Behind him, Lavinia sat quietly, her hair flowing like pale silk, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
It would have been quite a romantic moment if not for… another presence who was with them.
"Are you sure about this, Kael?"
