The biting night wind of the Altland Mountains swept across Lancelot's cheeks, the cold dragonscale armor encasing his body, yet unable to ward off the chill.
Clinging to the waist of the Dragon Knight in front, Lancelot gazed down at the looming darkness of the land below, and couldn't help feeling a shiver run down his spine.
This was his first time experiencing the sensation of flight, not to mention the flight through the icy night sky.
It inevitably made him a bit nervous.
Where were they going? A flicker of doubt surfaced in Lancelot's heart until a blush of red suddenly materialized in the pitch-black firmament ahead, snapping him to alertness.
Could it be that they were headed for the Sky Piercing Peak?
He had also seen posts about the Storm Dragon King and the Sky Piercing Peak on the forum, which was why he had chosen to advance to a Thunder Dragon Knight.
This connection dawned on him in an instant.
