After bidding farewell to Tania and Dante, Rowan and Owen left decisively without looking back. They carried their light luggage and continued flying south, where mysterious, unexplored lands awaited their footprints.
Because they had delayed for three days at Tania's place waiting, Owen rested almost not at all on the way, his wings beating continuously as he flew over mountains, hills, and rivers, stopping only when necessary to recover and replenish stamina for both of them.
Rowan sat on the large snake's back for a long time, looking down at the constantly changing scenery below. From dense forests, the landscape shifted to vast grasslands, then to rivers winding like ribbons of silver.
The wind at high altitude blew strongly, screaming past his ears, messing up his black hair and carrying the chill of the thin air. They passed through three or four dense forests and two towering mountains, finally stopping at the foot of a desolate cliff.
