In truth, nothing incredible happened on the fifth day of Ilvir’s journey to find Nathan. But deep down, Ilvir felt content. The past days traveling in solitude had deeply affected Ilvir. Part of it was Ilvir simply enjoying the beautiful forgein yet so familiar landscape of the Cloud Plane, but it was also because of Issac’s fading influence while they were so far apart. Granted Ilvir would never leave his master but now that Issac, the source of Ilvir’s lust was gone... Ilvir for the first time since ages, before he had ever even gone into the Crypt, he felt clear minded.
Ilvir smiled as he picked a juicy cloud apple from a nearby tree. Eating it as he walked through a field of grass, enjoying the peace and quiet. It was almost incredible how the landscape around him was underneath constant tyranny from the Cloud King, yet so far, Ilvir has only heard of it, the village Marry was from seemed quite prosperous.
“ Perhaps the Sky King isn’t as viscous as the cloud folk would like us to believe.” Ilvir pondered. Not that it matters right now.
After finishing the apple and throwing it away, Ilvir set camp by a gathering of cloud trees in the field. The location was perfect place to set up camp, it offered protection from the elements (unless the trees themselves started raining) and let Ilvir view the open plains around him without being seen himself.
After making a campsite with an campfire that produced warm steam instead of an actual fire, Ilvir layed against a soft cloud tree and pondered what to do next.
He was halfway towards his destination but he was greatly in danger of getting lost. Sagittarius’s memories was getting harder to access the further distance Ilvir was from Issac and that was only increasing as time went by. He would need some sort of guide before he would get lost and likely have to face his master with failure.
As Ilvir pondered what to do next, he heard a loud rustling in the trees behind him. Crap, he was lost in thinking and didn’t pay attention to his surroundings but it was too late, something was coming. Something large.
Ilvir readied his granite fists, going into a fighting stance, said “Whose there?” Turning around as from the bushes he saw what had made the noise.
It was...