As Jerouch soared through the cloudy and grey sky, his gaze remained fixed ahead, his mind a tempest of thoughts and emotions.
The enigmatic figure in the hood, who had captured both Jerouch and Zephyr, held an air of profound mystery. The silence between them hung heavy, broken only by the rush of wind around them.
Jerouch's crimson eyes surveyed the ever-shifting landscape below, the billowing clouds morphing and melding like a mystical dance.
Within him, a whirlwind of contemplation swirled, grappling with the motives and intentions of their captor. But outwardly, he projected an aura of calm, concealing the storm of emotions that brewed within.
They were currently high in the sky, obviously with the hooded figure. They were so high that Jerouch couldn't decipher what the landscape looked like even with his perception.
