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Tempest and I wing toward a line of red mountains. Our Kathikon guard follow. Beyond that range lies the Thorntail lands. As a human, it would take days to cross this rugged landscape. However, travel happens quickly when you’re a dragon. In no time, the crimson mountains loom right before us. Arching my long neck, I scan the many peaks cutting into the sky. The sight reminds me of so many blood-red incisors.
Next step? Cross the mountain range.
Our group flies upward. As we rise, the air thins. Cool breezes whisk across my scales. Clouds surround us. Within seconds, we break over the peaks. Below us, a new vista of jagged rocks stretches out to the horizon. Unlike the mountains, the earth here is gray instead of red. Overall, the scene reminds me of human photos of the moon, except f
