The next day, before dawn.
Ian left Alevia a simple message via his Secret Magic Mark.
"Handling some personal business. About a month."
Ian stood on the cliff's edge outside the High Tower, the night wind stirring his deep blue long robe.
"Ian, let's fly!" Gaga could no longer wait, leaping from his shoulder.
The moment it landed, its body swelled, growing larger in the wind.
Its wings unfolded like the night curtain, its feathers shimmering with an iridescent black luster. The wingspan easily surpassed fifteen meters, casting a huge shadow on the ground.
In the dawn light, its mismatched eyes—one gray, one cyan—shimmered with a clever brilliance.
The oppressive aura of a Tier One Extraordinary Creature emanated from it, sending the birds and beasts in the nearby forest scattering in terror.
Ian pushed off the ground with the tip of his toe, his form floating up to land steadily on Gaga's broad back.
"Let's go."
"GAA!"
