As they finally reached the city of Megyeszorosz, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Logan and Rubina, who had to spend mana to keep everyone warm.
The city was bathed in the last rays of the sun as the evening was slowly engulfed by darkness. Its radiant golden light hit the top of the tallest buildings, where the snow reflected the rays in brilliant colors, almost blinding Logan and his group as they flew to the nearest inn.
Being a city near the capital, no one batted an eye since Frost Wyvern riders were usually seen patrolling the skies. The city itself resembled a northern Russian country in early February, knee-deep in snow, while the cold air bit at all those who stayed out.
The snow blanketed the streets in a thick layer, making Logan want to stay in the air. Sadly, he needed to find a place large enough for his eagles and griffons to stay for the night.
