Mounting Drakkias with practiced ease, Nathan had already traveled far beyond the Tenebrian Kingdom's borders, leaving that demon realm behind as he pursued a different destination entirely.
He was traveling across open seas now, having departed the continent where Tenebria resided. The vast expanse of water stretched endlessly below them, waves catching sunlight and transforming into fields of shifting diamonds. Drakkias's massive wings beat with steady rhythm, carrying them effortlessly through the air at speeds that would have been impossible through conventional means.
Nathan was now approaching the Achaean continent—or more specifically, a very particular location near that landmass that held significance known only to a select few. When they reached the precise coordinates he'd been navigating toward, Nathan signaled Drakkias to halt, and the golden dragon obediently stopped mid-flight, hovering in place with powerful wingbeats that disturbed the sea surface far below.
