The journey on the back of the winged beast was long. Several hours passed like wind roaring in the ears.
As the scenery below transformed along the way, from plains to hills, until finally, a chain of mountains.
Then, on the horizon, it appeared.
The Red Mountain was not just a mountain. But a giant dormant volcano.
It was formed entirely of reddish rocks and layers of ancient ash. Curiously, the mountain itself was barren, but at its base, a green and dense forest stretched as far as the eye could see.
Creating a great contrast between the green and the red with the ashes of the slope.
As they approached, the air changed. The wind, which before was extremely refreshing, became hot and dry.
The closer they got, the hotter it became. Kyrian and the others felt immediate discomfort.
His blue eyes shone imperceptibly, and then tiny crystals of ice began to form in the air around Kyrian and around Yanyu.
