Ian and Destiny took off toward the eastern continent, leaving the battlefield far behind them.
The journey itself was uneventful, though for Ian, even flying had become an exhausting ordeal.
His body was still suffering from the punishment Destiny had inflicted upon him, and the injuries he had accumulated before that had never properly healed.
The flames of destruction continued to burn faintly within his soul while the curse of time relentlessly consumed what remained of his lifespan.
Under normal circumstances, crossing such a distance would have been nothing to him, but now even maintaining himself in the air was a burden, leaving him with no choice but to rely on Destiny.
Eventually, Destiny descended toward the ground while carrying him. Ian said nothing throughout the journey, though his expression remained dark as he wondered what exactly was going through the woman's head.
