Leech lay flat on the back of his Horse-headed Eagle, Rocket, letting the wind yank his short black hair backward.
The skin on his face was pulled taut.
Rocket flew at high speed, the roar of its passage long since left behind.
The oncoming air struck him like a heavy hammer, forcing Leech to lie prone.
After this period of growth, Rocket had not only grown larger, but its body was now approaching the size of the Griffins Leech had once seen. Its flight speed, moreover, was several times faster.
If someone were to look up from the ground during the day, all they would see was a striking white contrail trailing a tiny black dot.
Rocket's wings reduced a journey that would take over ten days by boat to less than an hour.
After they crossed Shuijian River Bay, mountains began to appear below.
