The purple-striped griffin hurtled through the air, sweeping up strong winds with its powerful wings that sent ripples running across the calm surface of the lake beneath it.
Mag looked down at the schools of fish that were dispersing with fright, and an elated smile appeared on his face.
This was much more exhilarating than flying on a helicopter!
The griffin skirted around the Wind Forest and reached Warden Lake, and as expected, they really did encounter no elves along the way.
After taking care to avoid the three small groups of elves who were patrolling at the shore and center of the lake, Mag instructed the griffin to swoop down and fly close to the surface of the lake.
Warden Lake was extremely large in surface area, and a few little islands dotted its surface. Golden reeds could be seen everywhere over the lake, and they acted as the perfect camouflage even for a massive beast like the purple-striped griffin.
