Riding on Kaeryx's back, Ethan had an easy time reaching Valeron Cross. With each beat of the dragon's wings, the world blurred beneath them. Kaeryx's speed was nothing short of astounding—but for Ethan, it was expected. After all, Kaeryx was no ordinary creature.
From the air, Ethan's sharp gaze had already locked onto the city ahead. Valeron Cross. Just like Ben had described it—it stood as a fortress carved into the mountainside, enveloped in a majestic formation that pulsed faintly with runes and arcane power. A protective dome, shielding the sprawling city beneath. It was more than impressive. It was intimidating.
As they closed the distance, Kaeryx adjusted his altitude, descending gracefully toward the massive gates facing the Outlands. Stone walls towered around them like titans, bristling with mounted weapons and mana-infused towers.
