The War for the North [20]
Cassian had surrendered himself to the cold embrace of the sky to escape the stifling and complex atmosphere of Frosthelm Castle.
As he leaned his wings against the wind and glided, the world below consisted only of white and gray.
He began his descent as he approached the military base set up at the foot of the mountains, a little way off from the castle.
Even this area was covered by Cryomara's barrier. Cassian couldn't help but wonder how much mana this beast had. To cover a massive area with a barrier stretching for miles without a second's pause...
The powers of mythical beasts were truly mind-boggling.
The moment his talons touched the snowy ground, he glided behind a rock formation where no one could see.
Black smoke swirled around him, and within seconds, the crow transformed into a young man with black hair, his cloak billowing in the wind.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with icy air. His goal was to clear his mind.
