Sometime Before,
The wind howled softly across the open skies.
Zayne soared high above the endless lands, his coat fluttering behind him as streaks of blue shimmered below. For days, he had been flying—sometimes resting beneath starlit dunes, sometimes camping near abandoned watchtowers that whispered of forgotten empires.
He wasn't in a hurry.
He was simply… deciding.
"Hmm… where should I go next," he murmured to himself, eyes scanning the horizon. "Being an adventurer could be interesting… but maybe not here."
His gaze turned westward, toward the faint blur of distant mountains.
"I've stayed in Valdoria long enough," he said quietly. "Let's see what Solvanyr has to offer…"
And with that, his wings of faint light unfurled behind him—ethereal yet firm—and he shot forward, leaving trails of blue trail swirling in the air.
