Chapter 687 Return to Lethallan

Rushing through the sky, Blitz ran across the open air at extremely high speeds.

On his back Clara was screaming wildly as clutched onto the sky stag's neck for dear life.

Normally she was the definition of composed, but right now she was far from her normal demeanor.

Alaric on the other hand was doing pretty well, and only a had a stiff expression on his face while staying mostly calm.

Of course, this was partially due to the fact that he now knew a wind magic spell that allowed him to fly, so even if he fell off he would be okay.

After a couple of hours of flying high in the sky and at speeds of over two hundred miles an hour Clara finally seemed to calm down a bit, or more likely was just too tired and had her nerves fried.

"The ground! I never thought I would miss something so normal. I will never take it for granted again." Clara said when they touched down for a break.