Rael's vision blurred as he continued flying across the sky, not looking back for even a moment. Islands and continents flashed below him, and it seemed like at his current speed, he was crossing two continents every single second.
It was a little strange, especially because he remembered Caedia's words, that there were only eleven continents belonging to the Depths.
She was the person he helped take over one of the major cities of the Plague Lands, and while they didn't know each other that well, he trusted her enough in that regard. Definitely not because he could tell lies apart from the truth.
But... Eleven continents? Rael glanced below him as he flew ahead.
That's way more than eleven. Did she bullshit me? No... She wasn't lying at the time. So what's going on here exactly?
A certain degree of caution washed over him, and because of that, Rael decided against going down to any of those continents.
