The Hunter and The Predator

Eratz soared across the sky on Raijinara's back, the bird's wings slicing through the clouds with powerful, steady beats.

The sun had dipped behind the horizon, casting a golden glow across the landscape below, painting everything in shades of orange and gold.

It had been two days since he first accessed this new mind state, and in that time, he had pushed himself to maintain the delicate balance, avoiding another catastrophic storm like the last one.

The air felt different now, charged with a subtle, electric pulse that synced with Raijinara's soul. Eratz, eyes half-lidded, scanned the horizon.

He could feel it: one of the faint, glowing threads of energy stretching out ahead of him, like a thin guiding line in the sky.

It was closer than before, a sign that he was on the right path.

As he got used to this state, the information came to him more easily, clearer than it had been at first.