After several hours of flight, the Blood Feathered Horned Eagle was quite exhausted.
Of course, Rein, who was the "sandwich filling," was even more tired and tormented, almost more exhausted than when he continuously slew lava creatures through the Hammerfall Tunnel...
Riding on the Blood Feathered Horned Eagle, they flew straight towards the Beverly Mountains. Along the way, Rein did not deliberately search for villages to stop at, so the three of them landed on a clearing by the lakeside in a dense forest.
As for the danger of being by the water at night, with beasts lurking around?
To the three Wizards, this was basically a joke.
At this moment, the night was deep, and the bright moonlight spilled down from the sky, casting dappled shadows of trees. A gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves, causing slight ripples on the lake surface.
After a bonfire was set up in the clearing, the three of them went to rest.
....
The next day, as dawn broke.
