The wind whipped against Cain's face as Ruby carried them across the desolate landscape at a steady pace. Lyos kept pace overhead, his silver scales catching the dim light filtering through the ash-laden sky, tracing along a steaming crack in the ground.
The terrain gradually shifted from the scorched wasteland around the naga nest to something more typical of the brown an dreary badlands—rocky, barren, but not quite as apocalyptic.
Cain kept {Beholder's Eye} active as they traveled, monitoring the position of the{Slaughter-beak Lightning Falcon}. The creature had emerged from its burrow shortly after they'd started moving, apparently agitated by something.
It took him a moment to realize what had disturbed it.
