This Is About To Get Messy

Aquila soared gracefully through the night sky, its powerful wings cutting through the cool breeze as Damien and Arielle rode silently on its back.

The vast plain stretched endlessly below them, a mixture of damp grasslands and muddy patches that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The muddy patches made it seem like it had rained earlier but Damien knew no such thing had happened.

At least, not in the town he was coming from.

Damien's sharp gaze swept over the terrain, searching for signs of movement. His mind, however, wasn't entirely focused on the task at hand.

The events of their last battle still played vividly in his head, and the faint smile that tugged at his lips betrayed his lingering frustration.

Arielle, seated behind him, broke the silence. "Alright, Damien, you've been quiet for too long. Spill it."

He glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Spill what?"