The small army tore through the sky, flying at top speed toward the outskirts of the Wind Empire. They knew they could not waste time, yet rushing blindly would ruin everything. They had to wait until the larger army moved in the opposite direction. If they ended up meeting it head-on, even Max was not confident they would walk away unharmed today.
During his study of the borders, he had found a small city route that passed through the Elven lands and into the Wind Empire. It was a detour he had chosen to risk in order to enter unseen. Six days later, they arrived at the edge of the Elven lands.
There, a forest of towering trees stretched as far as the eye could see. Since he had entered through the path connecting the regions in the middle, there were no guards here, as it was considered a buffer zone where certain merchants could pass freely along old trade routes.
