The high-altitude gale whistled past his ears.
The mountains and rivers below receded rapidly, blurring into patches of color in his vision.
Sun flew alongside him. With every flap of the golden Dragon Wings, a deep sonic boom rippled through the air.
「An hour later.」
A winding mountain range appeared before him, running from north to south like the spine of a Giant Dragon. It sprawled across the land, marking the border between Black Stone Territory and the outside world.
Raylo, riding Baofeng, hovered above the highest peak.
He gazed into the distance.
Finally, at the very edge of his vision, on the hazy gray skyline, he saw it.
A vast, crimson cloud, like a burning sunset, was slowly moving further west.
That cloud was composed of tens of thousands of Fire Sparrows and various other Flying Magical Beasts.
And at the forefront of that fiery cloud, a figure wreathed in roaring flames, was the Blazing Phoenix.
It pressed on without looking back, its objective clear.
