The closer they flew, the denser the swarms of wings became.
The canyon's air grew crowded. The three Dragonborns can feel currents of wind getting denser caused by dozens of patrols sweeping the skies.
Two warriors broke from the pattern and cut across their path with spears angled forward.
Their feathers bristled and their screeches echoed sharply as they held position in front of the flock.
"State your purpose! Outsiders do not enter the sacred aerie without sanction!" one of them barked, his eyes narrowing at Krono, Aesa, and Eccar.
Before the Dragonborn could answer, the leader of their escort flapped forward. His feathers flaring with authority.
"Stand aside! These three are to be brought to the oracle immediately. If we delay this you risk dishonoring my command!" the leader said with a firm voice. But it was because he was worried that Krono would create a bigger danger for them and their home.
