The ruined Zeblor

Hecathe got on top of the Dorgon and the Dorgon used his ability to make Hecathe invisible from the naked eye as well. 

The Dorgon avoided the guards by flying up and Hecathe also helped break the barrier as the two entered the city of Zeblor. 

"Where do you want to go?" The Dorgon asked as he flew a few rounds around the parameters of the city. 

"That way," Hecathe pointed down at the destroyed part of the city as he spoke, "Let that be the base." 

The Dorgon nodded his head and let out a loud breath as he flapped his magestic wings and headed back down to the ground. 

Hecathe couldn't help but feel that it had suddenly become a little cold. 

It was usually said that the higher you go, the colder you'd feel, but for some reason, right now, the situation seemed to have reversed. 

The more they got closer to the ground, the colder it felt and the air also seemed to have gotten a bit heavier.