To Dhakat

Cliff left the fortress of Orleth without a backward glance, his wings unfolding with natural grace as he soared into the air. The cool night wind brushed against his face, carrying away the oppressive atmosphere of the bastion. Away from the black walls and scrutinizing gazes, he could finally breathe freely. But that freedom was short-lived. His mind was already occupied with the task ahead.

He flew eastward, crossing varied landscapes—dense forests, rolling hills, and finally, the arid plains surrounding the city of Dhakat. This city, once prosperous, had now become a military stronghold, a strategic point in the ongoing war. It was there that Dahlia, one of his most loyal subordinates, awaited his instructions.