Familiar Faces

Traveling by air was something else—fast, smooth, and incredibly different from trekking on foot.

The cool wind brushed against Grey's skin as they soared through the sky.

It was soothing, almost like a natural balm against the day's tension.

There were no obstacles to dodge, no winding paths to navigate—just a straight shot to their destination.

They had spent an entire day traveling this way, only descending when Grey's energy ran low and he needed to recover.

During those stops, they would rest briefly, recharge, and then take off again.

Of course, the journey hadn't been completely peaceful.

A few airborne monsters had crossed their path, their screeches cutting through the sky as they charged, eager to make a meal out of them.

On land, it was no better, as predators seemed to lurk behind every boulder and shadow.

But for Grey, these threats were barely a nuisance.