As they embarked on their journey towards Triavert, Isiah couldn't help but feel the weight of their situation pressing down upon him.
The need for discretion had forced him to rely on Jafar, the mystical creature that allowed them to traverse long distances quickly.
It was a practical choice, given the urgency of their mission and the need to avoid government surveillance.
However, what surprised Isiah was the eerie absence of other aerial travelers in the sky.
In a world so technologically advanced, he had expected to encounter flying vehicles, both conventional and magical.
It was almost as if the entire atmosphere had been cleared for them, an unsettling thought that only deepened the mystery surrounding Triavert.
Isiah's sharp eyes scanned the horizon, trying to discern any signs of surveillance or hidden observers.
He knew they couldn't afford any slip-ups, especially when the government's watchful eye seemed omnipresent.
