Kael flew at the head of the Druid warriors, the wind whipping through his hair and howling in his ears.
The full moon stood above, watching over everything like a chronicler, ready to record what was happening for future generations. Its silver light caught on the wings of the wyverns, making them glisten like living steel.
There were five Druids in total, one who was already in the air, patrolling, before the four left Bellamy at the base of the Green Tree, giving chase for Maria.
The riders sat, grim and hardened, their mounts enhanced with Druidic energy drawn from hastily swallowed berry powder. The buzz filled them with vigour, their focus intense.
"She's heading for the Albion border!" Kael bellowed over the wind, his voice carried by the energy within him. "We can't let her reach it!"
One of the riders beside him pulled up to match Kael's altitude. "Even if she reaches it, what can they do? She's cursed. No one will take her in."