After a much-needed rest, Canna and Abaddon took to the skies, soaring high above the landscape of the forbidden lands. The wind whipped around them as they flew, cutting through the thick air that seemed saturated with untapped mana. Below, the land sprawled in every direction, an untamed wilderness filled with dangerous creatures.
Noctis' clones had explored most of the area, yet there were still vast regions cloaked in mystery. Powerful presences blocked them from venturing too deep, but Abaddon, flying effortlessly beside Canna, remained unfazed. "I already know where we need to go," he said calmly, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
They ascended higher, cutting through clouds and watching as the landscape morphed beneath them. Canna could sense the heavy aura emanating from the places they were heading toward—powerful forces, the kind that could not be trifled with lightly.
