Cristian expected another boring ride, hopefully with no enormous beast, but that thought shattered when he found himself free falling from the sky.
The violent wind whistled in his ear, and his hair fluttered wildly. To his shock, there wasn't a speck of dust on his clothes or, to be more specific, his clothes changed.
Right now, he looked like a medieval man who lived in the snowy mountains. Everything he wore was thick, comfy, and furry, but luckily his sword, gloves, and boots remained.
Cristian struggled to find balance mid-air but his efforts produced no rewards and he kept on falling with such speed that would turn him into meat paste when he reached land.
'Maybe it's like those movies where there's a lake,' he said inwardly while staring at the dark red clouds.
The moment he turned, Cristian quickly grabbed the opportunity to see where he might land and the sight wasn't pretty because his destination was right in a dense forest!
