Arys Duskbane flew the flying ship into the turbulent clouds.
It was like they were entering a giant maw of a cloudy creature.
However, since they followed the shimmering path enlightened by the talisman, their turbulence wasn't that great. The flying ship's flight was quite stable. They crossed a few stormy intersections, but the shimmering light twisted in a sudden fashion, leading them in another direction.
Davis could see these pathways weren't set in stone.
They were interchangeable according to the movement of the clouds. He inwardly praised the person who invented the talisman that found the most harmless path amidst this treacherous region.
He guessed it should be their founder, the first Realm Master of the Whispering Wildlands Lower Realm.
