Of all the countless worlds he had scoured, the countless experiences he had already amassed in his long eighteen years. Nothing had come even remotely close to being on Raijin's back, soaring freely in the air and allowing the wind to slap his face and seep through his hair relentlessly.
The Daven Heaven Continent was behind him, and he was now in the Elven Continent of Astoria.
He looked below as the vast expanse of land, trees and rivers flowing beautifully, some even in different colors. He smiled brightly, running his hand along the Dragon's nape.
He could see the mountain's peak coming directly into view as he soared on Raijin's back. The academy compound was big, very big.
Thousands and thousands of square meters, all for a single purpose. Landing with a large dragon directly in the middle of the compound was certainly a grand entrance, but he wouldn't want to draw attention to himself too early on.
