The wind howled past his ears as the Black Stone Mountain Range transformed into a continuous stretch of shadows under the moonlight.
Lightning flew at an incredible speed, the electricity crackling around its body tearing through the night sky.
Raylo gazed down upon his territory. The towering silhouette of Black Stone City was just a blur, and in the distance, scattered torches still flickered at the construction site.
Taking advantage of his free time tonight, he was heading to see Avril.
Lightning flew so fast that a journey of several hours was cut down to about one.
A solitary mountain peak appeared on the horizon. It was taller than all the surrounding peaks, its summit flat as if sliced clean off by a giant sword.
That was the Observatory.
A translucent Magic Shield enveloped the entire mountaintop, shimmering under the moonlight.
Lightning didn't slow down and flew straight into it.
