The sky above the bloody Mountain Range twisted violently.
The air was scorching and suffocating, so hot that even breathing had become difficult.
Daniel and Drael were flying in silence. They avoided going any higher than a certain point, especially near those crimson-colored peaks.
Even while flying, both of them felt it deep inside: they shouldn't get close to those bloody summits.
So they stayed below a certain altitude, choosing caution over curiosity.
A heavy silence lingered between them. It wasn't that they didn't want to talk, they just didn't know what to talk about, especially after last night when Drael's true identity had been revealed.
"Are you really from that kingdom you mentioned?" Daniel suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
"You think I lied?"
"No. I'm sure you did."
Drael glanced at him, speechless for a moment.
This was the first time he had met someone so annoyingly straightforward.
In truth, he wasn't from that kingdom at all.
