Meanwhile, high above the land where clouds drifted like torn silk across the sky, a white gryphon cut through the wind with powerful wings, its feathers gleaming under the sun as it carried two figures across vast distances that ordinary men could only dream of crossing in days.
Clay sat at the front, one hand resting lightly against the creature's neck while his gaze stretched far ahead, his eyes focused yet heavy with thought.
While behind him, Cerys held on quietly, her presence calm yet alert, as if she could sense the weight pressing down on him even without hearing what passed through his mind.
It's been two days already…
The thought lingered as the wind brushed against his face, sharp and cold.
In the dream, this timing… this exact timing… this was when the beast tide started to spiral out of control.
His fingers tightened slightly.
At first, it looked manageable. Just monsters clashing, just a normal tide. But then something changed. Something came after…
