SEVEN
Fulcrum
He loathed the borderlands. Everything around them was dusty and dry. Rain appeared to have no effect on the parched landscape that seemed forever starved of water. When it did rain, moisture splattered across the arid landscape was absorbed almost as quickly as it fell, drawn down into the network of old tunnels and caverns hidden beneath the barren surface.
‘How does anything survive here?’ he said, as they flew low across the cracked relief.
‘No idea, but if we do not stop for a break soon, I will not survive.’
He laughed to himself, amused by Heldran’s troubles. Due to the Freylarkin’s size, Heldran’s wraith wings needed to work much harder, therefore he was unable to sustain flight for any real length of time. Had the Knight been wearing his armour, their progress w
