Kyrian was riding Arcon, flying above the clouds. The wind passed across his face, cold and refreshing. He calmly observed the landscape below.
"Finally." Kyrian murmured. That region was being left behind. From this point onward, his journey would truly begin to become long.
He was about to accelerate when something caught his attention. Kyrian frowned.
His gaze descended, piercing through the clouds and crossing the distance. Far below them was a forest. And within it... People. Many people. Thousands. No. More than five thousand.
They were running. Desperately. Kyrian narrowed his eyes. Behind them was an even greater number of creatures.
Ferocious beasts. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. A true tide of beasts was crossing the forest, a tsunami of fangs and claws that devastated everything in its path.
