Above the Dark Night Forest, Chatiya rode on the Griffin, feeling the breeze on her face.
The speed of the Griffin was very fast, and there should have been a strong wind, but it was blocked by the Magic enchanted on the Griffin.
Chatiya glanced below; the Dark Night Forest was still the familiar appearance, seemingly unchanged, remaining so tranquil for hundreds and thousands of years.
After flying above the Dark Night Forest for most of the day and crossing one mountain range after another, they arrived at the settlement of the Elf Race.
It was still the Dark Night Forest here, with towering ancient trees growing everywhere.
But unlike the outskirts of the Dark Night Forest, various wooden houses were scattered throughout the forest, and occasionally some Elves could be seen moving below.
When the Griffin Group flew overhead, these Elves would look up and cross their hands over their chests, then bow in salute.
