Into The Dungeon

It didn't seem like this direction led to potential human settlement as Victor flew by, but it didn't matter too much. If after all he gets thrown somewhere not in the vicinity of the dungeon, then knowing whether or not human settlement was nearby wouldn't be too useful would it?

Slowly and slowly, the landscape had transitioned from that of a city to some field where things seemed to be grown, to a bit of forest and woods, to a desert area with considerably more rocks than usual.

Flying with these wings had become more natural the more Victor used them, and after some days of flying, he had developed a very solid understanding on how it functioned. Initially, he needed to actually focus a bit on the wings to get them to do what he wanted, and he had to consciously move them, but now everything was different. The wings almost moved on their own, and Victor felt like it was just something handing behind him, and all he needed to do was control where they took him.