The Bone Eagle carried Lynn northward.
After leaving Thunderstone City, the land below gradually shifted from plains to hills, then from hills to rolling foothills.
An hour later, the dark outline of a mountain range appeared on the distant horizon—the Storm Mountains.
The Bone Eagle continued onward, flying much more cautiously now.
This was a paradise for magical beasts, where attacks could come at any time.
As they neared the mountains, the sky began to darken.
Dark clouds blanketed the peaks, lightning occasionally flashed within them, and rolling thunder rumbled through the air.
Lynn patted the Bone Eagle's neck bones, signaling it to lower its altitude.
Once they entered the mountain range, the environment changed noticeably.
Gales howled through the valleys, whipping up gravel and dead branches that struck the Bone Eagle's frame with sharp crackling sounds.
The air was thick with lightning and wind elements. Every breath brought a faint electric sting to his nasal passages.
Ordinary beasts simply could not survive here for long.
Lynn spread out his senses, searching for the presence of nearby creatures.
There were quite a few magical beasts within the mountains.
Several Wind Lizards hid in cracks along the mountainside. Sensing the Bone Eagle's aura, they immediately retreated deeper inside.
There were traces of Thunder Wolves in a distant cave, but it was empty now. They had likely gone out hunting.
On the higher peaks, several larger creatures moved among the cliff faces.
They were Thunderhorn Sheep, common herbivores in the Storm Mountains. Their meat was delicious, and their hides could resist lightning.
Sensing the Disaster-tier pressure radiating from the Bone Eagle, they all hurried to hide.
Some squeezed into rock crevices, some lay flat on the ground without daring to move, while others remained perfectly still, disguising themselves as rocks.
Lynn ignored