I lay stretched out on Silver's back as he soared through the open skies, gliding past soft white clouds. The wind brushed against my face, cool and light, carrying away the smell of blood and ash that had clung to me for days.
"Ahh, such a beautiful day. That place really sucked," I muttered, folding my arms behind my head.
'Yes, other than the fighting, I didn't like it either. Too dull, too grey for me,' Silver's voice echoed in my mind, his tone carrying the same weariness I felt.
For the last four days, my small crew of summons and I had been stuck in the lost continent—or what was left of it. A shattered land crawling with Abominations. Day after day, battle after battle, their screams filled the air as we cut them down. There was nothing else to do there, no real rest, just endless combat.
I glanced at the glowing numbers floating before me.
[Billion Ironhart – Level 295]
