Too Slow Motherfucker

Atlas left the women in the Otherworld while heading for the forest in the Frostfang Kingdom. He was riding on the back of Theo the Blood Bat King. The creature let out a screech that echoed across the landscape.

'It shouldn't take us too long to reach,' he pondered while flying over the grasslands.

While doing this, Atlas spotted a fortress in the distance, causing him to speak. ''Theo head toward that place! I want to cause some chaos.''

Atlas gripped Theo's fur as the creature's massive wings beat rhythmically against the icy wind. The cold bit at his face, snowflakes stinging his skin as they flew through the endless expanse of white.

Below them, the snowy landscape sprawled, broken only by jagged cliffs and frozen forests. Theo let out a deep, rumbling growl as the silhouette of a fortress appeared in the distance, its towers barely visible through the storm.