TING TTING TING
The soft chime of an instrument Hades couldn't name filled the carriage as it soared a hundred feet above the ground, carrying them toward their destination.
The occasional sound of the dragon's wings flapping and the warmth beneath his butt kept reminding him that this was not an airship.
He was among strangers. Each had their own path, but for now, their road was the same.
The place he needed to find Alzar lay near a town called Tamind, within Argon's jurisdiction.
Emberclad was far to the west, and Aethernox stretched in the southeast, so reaching his target would take time. Even more so since this realm was still unfamiliar to him. If not for that, he might have arrived already. But now, two days had passed, and he was still—
"How long did you say?"
"Another day, maybe," someone replied.
…yes, another day away.
The man beside him, much like Hades, wore plain brown fabric, more rag than shroud.
