The Shaman

A golden-colored Amun soared through the sky in the Lovers Garden, its occasional screech echoing throughout the entire garden.

At its back, two figures could be seen which would have made anyone looking from afar feel as if they were looking at a Siamese twin due to just how close to each other they were.

"I never thought it was this simple..." Zeras said flashing an incredulous smile at Natasha as she slowly let go of the reigns and Zeras took complete control of it.

The experience of riding an Amun was very different compared to that of a spaceship. For one, it felt more real, the brushing of the wind against his face, the feeling of gliding on the current. It was what made flying on a bird very different compared to driving a spaceship.