To the north of the Fertile Plains.
Since leaving Neverwinter, Lightning and Maggie had continued their flight for close to ten straight days.
They patrolled across the plains cruising over hundreds of kilometers at an "economic speed," where their magic power recovered through the night able to sustain a day's use. The two only dropped to the ground when they needed to camp or hunt.
The current Exploration Group had entered a new phase; although they held the latest maps provided by the Union, the centuries of vicissitudes that constituted desolate paths, dried canals, abandoned cities that were overwhelmed with weed and shrub, made them useless to locate road signs. The only things that guided them directionally were the stars in the sky and the large ridge of the continent in the distance.
