Her colossal form cast a profound shadow below, while Aragon felt the wind caress his face, as he gazed at the island.
As they soared higher, the island gradually diminished in size, fading into the distance.
Aragon relayed the directions to Elviraa, guiding her towards the familiar mountain ranges that would lead them to his village.
Curiosity brimming within him, Aragon posed the question, "How long have you been trapped there?"
Elviraa's response carried an undercurrent of anger and rage, "Decades have passed in that desolate place."
Sensing her anger, Aragon probed further, "Who imprisoned you there?"
Elviraa's voice dripped with indignation, "Those treacherous bastards, aligned with your own family within the empire."
Aragon's eyebrows shot up in surprise, realization dawning upon him. "It seems that all our enemies have gathered at one spot," he concluded, a steely determination growing within him.
