The flock (4)

For a while, Erik looked below the cloud curtain, as if something was worrying him. Amber noticed that but said nothing, and the same did Erik.

After many hours of traveling, the number of things in his mind only increased. More and more worries accumulated inside of him, but the most pressing one was about his clones.

Since the journey had been long, fatigue was settling into his companions and the Chimaeric Demons. Even he wasn't in top shape anymore, and that just sitting on top of the clones. He couldn't imagine what they were feeling after so much time spent in the air.

Luckily, they didn't need to rest yet, or so they said, but Erik wished to find a place where they could. 

With Maynard Island getting closer, everyone needed it, especially considering they might never be able to do that again.

<We need to find a place land,> Erik said. <A couple hours of rest will do us good before we make our final approach.>