Mathilde's disk finally stopped moving, and she lowered it to the ground, letting everyone down. Arad looked forward, and his eyes followed the draconian staircase that extended to the clouds, sticking closely to the mountainside.
"Good, more climbing." He frowned and turned toward Mathilde, "Let me guess, she is up there?"
"Yes, flight is forbidden from here; we have to walk out. For security." She looked at him with a forced smile, and he sighed, "Then we'll just teleport up."
"Wait...we also can't do that. The century archers would shoot you down." She scratched her chin. "Their orders are simple: shoot anything that flies or teleports."
Arad stared at her for a long moment, and then back at the mountain, "Fine, then everyone gets inside my stomach, and I'll pull them out when I reach the top. Walking all the way up would take weeks, so I'll run and get it done in an hour."
