The wind cut sharply through the open sky as Skylar sliced across the clouds, its wings leaving thin trails of shadow in its wake.
Damien sat low against the wyvern's back, eyes half-closed, letting the cold air harden the edges of his focus.
There was no reason for him to rush but he moved with purpose all the same. Every passing second was an opportunity to grow stronger… and an opportunity to kill something that deserved it.
Below them stretched a vast patchwork of terrain—rolling hills fading into plains, forests creeping into rocky slopes, and far in the distance, mist rising from what looked like wetlands. Human territory, yes… but nature didn't care who claimed it. Nor did demons.
He was barely four hours into his journey when Skylar's body tensed beneath him, a low growl rumbling from its throat.
"Found something?" Damien murmured.
Skylar dipped one wing, folding into a rapid descent.
