A Sky Darkened by Wings

The morning sun rose slowly over the vast expanse of rugged terrain, its golden light washing over the rocky outcrops and sparse vegetation.

Argolaith blinked awake, stretching his sore muscles before pushing himself up from where he had slept.

Kaelred groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "That was a good meal last night, but damn, I feel like we walked a hundred miles in my sleep."

Argolaith smirked. "If only."

Kaelred cracked his neck, then grabbed his gear, brushing the dust off his clothes. "Let's get moving. The faster we reach the city, the sooner we can figure out where we actually are in this part of Morgoth."

Argolaith nodded, and they began their journey north once more.

Malakar, ever the silent shadow, followed unseen.

Hours passed as they trekked through the unfamiliar landscape.

The terrain shifted as they walked—the ground became rockier, and the winds carried a faint metallic scent.