On a drizzly morning, Quintina stood atop the walls of 47th City, watching Ang leave alone.
She did not call out for him to stop, nor did she try to persuade him again. She simply watched his figure recede into the distance until it vanished into the morning mist.
She felt somewhat reluctant to part with him, but she knew Ang had already made his decision. He had his own mission, while she had to protect this land.
Ang's plan was not complicated. He first intended to travel along the coastline and gradually explore the Tasmania Continent.
Riding his Magic Broom, he passed through the mist-shrouded sky, feeling the chill of dawn and the touch of the fine rain.
The scenery beneath the Magic Broom unfolded like a slowly unrolling painting. Waves crashed against the rocks, and now and then, he could see several adventurers on distant beaches, either exploring or hunting.
There were no longer any lizardfolk in Amnath. Only the occasional Magical Beast made the region seem especially quiet.
Five days later, Ang finally flew past Amnath's border and arrived in a new region.
The terrain here was entirely different from Amnath's. Mountains rose and fell, while the climate gradually became colder and damper.
Ang flew to an open area with a broad view, stopped his broom, and unfolded his map. He confirmed that he was approaching Valagajudi.
Various flying Magical Beasts filled the skies here. After considering it for a moment, Ang decided to fly low to avoid encountering those powerful creatures.
Before long, he discovered a Thornfang Beast. Known for their formidable aggression, these Magical Beasts were among the region's apex predators.
Ang observed it for a while and found that this Thornfang Beast seemed to have a habit. Every few days, it would enter a