「A few hours later.」
As Raylo and his mount flew over the border between the Jade Swamp and the Black Stone Mountain Range, his brow furrowed slightly.
The skies ahead were anything but calm.
An oppressive black mass blotted the distant horizon, like roiling storm clouds, and it was moving toward them at an astonishing speed.
On closer inspection, it wasn't a storm cloud at all, but a vast horde of countless flying Demons!
"Baofeng, lower your altitude! Keep your distance!"
Raylo acted decisively, patting Baofeng.
The Storm Griffin King understood, tucking in its wings and diving silently like a streak of light. It concealed itself on the shadowed face of a steep peak in the outer reaches of the Black Stone Mountain Range, peeking out with only half its head to watch the distant horde warily.
From his high perch on the peak, Raylo gazed into the distance.
He could see clearly that at the forefront of the dark mass was a Giant Dragon of terrifying size!
