By then, the group was already far from the blast zone.
Seraphina flew in their chosen direction for a long time. With nothing to do but sit on her back, everyone gradually grew bored. They tried several times to find a place to land and rest, but whenever they looked down, all they saw was an endless desert.
Yellow dunes stretched to the horizon.
No rivers. No trees.
They were beginning to wonder if they had gone the wrong way when a strange little bird flew toward them.
There was barely a normal feather on its body. Tumors of various sizes covered its skin, and several exposed lumps of flesh writhed with every flap of its wings.
It was revolting.
Ethan decided to protect everyone's sanity.
He raised a hand, sending an energy sphere over the dragon's back. It struck the bird dead center, and white light erupted from its body, consuming it along with every squirming lump of flesh.
