Kunpeng's vast wings cut through the sky, its shadow stretching like a continent across the sands below. The air carried the sharp tang of dryness, the scent of scorched earth carried upward as the mythical beast rode the thermals with effortless grace.
On its broad back, Luca and his companions clung to its feathered ridges, the wind roaring in their ears. Selena leaned closer, her voice low but steady, her pale hair streaming behind her like a comet's tail.
"Is there any known dungeon near the given location?"
Luca's crimson eyes narrowed as he scanned the endless sweep of desert. His hand rested lightly on the Kunpeng's warm feathers, but his mind was elsewhere, searching through memory.
"I was just thinking about that," he replied, his tone calm, though his gaze betrayed the calculations racing behind it.
The Saintess tilted her head, silver eyes keen and inquisitive. Her lips curved slightly as she raised a delicate brow. "Then what did you find?"
