Chapter XLIV - Embers keep Igniting...

I looked towards the west. Somewhere far in the distance, behind the Ethir ridge, billowed thick, dark clouds, their shape reminding me of huge, tattered dragon wings. I got a feeling this wasn't a good sign...

"You look worried," Armailith spoke up. "Is something bothering you?"

"I'm just still not entirely convinced if this is a good idea..."

I was sitting between two of her spikes, dashing high above the ground towards the mountains, using the first rays of rising sun to observe the surroundings. When we were setting off, she insisted I make this trip on her back, because she didn't have the patience to endure the speed of the journey she had with us last time. It didn't take long for me to see that her natural flight was at least three times quicker than my own, and the sharp summits that were just looming at the horizon not so long ago were now growing before my eyes.