It's still out there."
He pointed toward where they had first appeared.
"Where we teleported. It shouldn't be too far from here. If we can retrieve it, we'll have enough rations for a while."
Ranar bit her lip before nodding.
They didn't really have another choice.
"I'm in the Fourth Class," she said. "I could try flying and..."
"No."
Ric cut her off immediately.
"If you fly, you'll become the easiest target imaginable. You'll get shot down by a spell or a skill. It's not like you have wings." He shook his head firmly. "And even if you did, I still wouldn't recommend it."
He glanced toward the endless sky.
"Flying is one of the things you never do in a dangerous place like this."
At least...
That was what Damon had taught him.
Ranar thought about it for a moment before quietly accepting his reasoning.
Slowly, the sun began to rise.
