The wyverns launched into the sky one after another, powerful wings beating against the freezing wind as the formation rose above the fortress. Snow scattered into the air with each downstroke, spiraling briefly before vanishing beneath them. Trafalgar leaned slightly forward in the saddle as his mount climbed, the creature's immense muscles shifting beneath him with controlled strength.
Up here the air was sharper, thinner, the wind cutting across his face like a blade. Jagged mountain peaks surrounded them on every side, black stone claws piercing through endless banks of cloud, and snow drifted through the air in scattered veils carried by currents that howled across the sky.
