How nice the wind feels

Xaddrin carried Zhakhil in his claws. Iggi had charmed the jack wings to carry him and Adran. They had switched their destination to Ether.

The mountain of the eternal flame. It was the only flame that could melt away the ice of a water dragon. That too, of the great descendants of the royal ice dragons.

The ancient dragons had very powerful breaths that only ancient flames and water could undo their acts. Adran let himself free to feel the soft wind kiss his skin as he flew above the world on a creature that he had never seen before.

It looked like a leopard but it wasn't, its wings were soft and huge taking up a lot of space as they flew. It was the most magical feeling and he felt bad that the prince was not able to enjoy the feeling of flying.

The demigod stated close to him keeping an eye out for him. Just as he had promised, he was not leaving his side, Adran felt warm inside knowing that someone was watching out for him.