Noah ran across the skies of the Cusk nation. His movement was rapid and powerful, and his path was straight.
He was already three days into his journey. He had not run all through, however, still taking stops to test out his skills and even cultivating.
He made time for cultivating and training during his travel. He wanted to reach his guild quickly, but his power came first. It was clear that only power mattered in the chains of events that now existed in the nation.
A war was ongoing, only the powerful could do whatever they want or be found useful. His power wasn't lacking by any means, but he wanted to increase it anyway. He wouldn't settle. The fifth tier was still there after all. His mission as the last Speedling also required more power.
The region he ran across had seen many big craters now filled with water. A huge pond had been ripped open forcing all that water into the environment, creating a swampy forest or region.
