Swoooosh...
The cool night air rushed past as Aquila soared through the starry sky, its powerful wings cutting through the darkness with ease.
Damien sat at the front, his posture relaxed yet alert, while Arielle sat behind him, her hands wrapped around his waist and lightly gripping his shirt.
"So, where exactly are we headed?" Arielle asked, her voice raised slightly to compete with the wind.
Damien glanced back at her, a faint smirk on his lips. "That's the thing—I don't know."
Arielle raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"
"Not exactly," Damien admitted, his tone nonchalant. "I'm just following my instincts. Letting them guide me to wherever the demons might be lurking."
Arielle groaned, leaning back slightly. "You're unbelievable. You let me tag along on this trip, and you don't even have a plan?"