Five days later…
The ray of light that had pierced the storm back in Aethelos, bringing Finn a sense of hope, felt like a distant memory now. All that took up his mind was the view that lay before him — the bright glare of the midday sun reflecting off the endless ocean like a mirror.
Finn shifted stiffly on the leathery back of the wyvern, trying to relieve his muscles that ached in a way that wasn't unfamiliar to him. Over the course of the last week, he had become accustomed to the discomfort till the point where he could ignore it for hours on end.
But perhaps because the end goal was within sight, the discomfort returned to the fore of his mind again as his body knew reprieve was near.
He narrowed his eyes against the glaring sun, looking down at the endless expanse of deep azure water that had replaced the rolling forests and mountain ranges of Aethelos.
Five days.
It had taken them five full days to cross the continent and reach the western charter border.
