The first three days of the journey were monotonous.
The desolate plain gave way to gentle hills, covered in yellowish grass that swayed in the wind like slow waves. Small herds of beasts grazed along the slopes, lifting their heads when Arcon's shadow passed over them.
Kyrian spotted a few small cities along the way, clusters of stone and wooden buildings surrounded by walls.
He could see cultivators training in open courtyards, merchants carrying goods along the roads, and children running between the houses.
He did not land in any of them. There was no need.
On the fourth day, the landscape changed.
The gentle hills gave way to a dense forest, tall trees with thick trunks and wide canopies that intertwined above, blocking the view of the ground. Kyrian flew above the treetops, watching the green sea stretch to the horizon.
The air became more humid. The scent of wet earth and decaying leaves rose up to him.
