Lord Ferdinand flew through the sky with tremendous speed, his cloak billowing behind him like a dark banner. The force of the wind did nothing to slow him; his resolve was too fierce, his need to find his son too urgent. He couldn't afford to be slow. If something happened to Arnold, he would never be able to forgive himself.
"I'll kill every last one of those dragons," he shouted into the wind, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation.
As he began his descent, the dense canopy of the northern forest came into view. The battlemages had described this area as the likely location of the cave where Arnold might be held. Ferdinand's keen eyes scanned the environment meticulously. The forest floor was a chaotic mess of undergrowth and shadows, with ancient trees standing like silent sentinels. Yet, despite his exhaustive search, there was no sign of the cave.
