Flan (1)

The eagle looked like a black dot traveling in an endless black screen.

The two crescent moons were blocked by the thick clouds, with only a hint of white glow penetrating.

Angele lowered his body on the back of the eagle. His face turned pale.

He leaned to the side and looked down. Between the dark forest, there were several carriages slowly advancing with yellow lamps in front.

In the area further ahead, Angele saw a hint of red light. Some people were probably camping in the forest.

Angele took out the black box from the sleeves and opened it carefully; inside it was a fist-sized crystal orb. Blue light dots gathered in the center of the orb. They were a special type of glowing sand.

He pressed his index finger against the surface of the orb.

"In the name of Isabel Jones," he invoked the incantation.

The blue light dots were absorbed into his finger and the light disappeared within seconds.

A blue leather scroll slowly unfurled itself in front of Angele’s eyes.