The dawn was breaking outside Maple Hill County City, and the massive Storm Dragon Eagle had already spread its silver-gray wings that covered the sky, restlessly pawing at the ground beneath it. The air was filled with the agitation of the Wind Element and a wild aura.
Duke traveled light, carrying only the necessary personal items and not much luggage.
Beside him stood a lanky, slightly pale boy, none other than Tom.
He wore a coarse cloth garment, somewhat faded from frequent washing, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, burning with determination beyond his age.
He tightly held onto a small bundle, which contained all his belongings and the parchment granted by Duke, recording the Meditation Technique.
Vivian and Earl Hardy and others came to see them off.
"Take care, Duke." Vivian said softly, with a look of reluctance in her eyes.
