Going Far

The dim glow of the room cast long shadows as Clyde moved with quiet efficiency to packing only what he needed inside his backpack. 

A few rations and a small healing potion all tucked neatly into his black backpack. He double-checked his gear, adjusting the straps before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

At his waist, his Elderglass Sword hung securely in its sheath, its translucent blade faintly shimmering under the low light. 

Beside it was the dagger from Hammer that rested in a concealed sheath, its black steel laced with crimson veins. 

Clyde exhaled, rolling his shoulders. He had already contacted Graemory. 

The meeting was set. Now, he just needed to get to the portal without drawing attention.

With a single thought, he activated [Flight].

A faint pulse of energy surged beneath his feet, and he lifted off the ground, gliding swiftly through the fortress sprawling city.