A Glimpse of Glory

The midday sun is shining brightly in the sky, not a cloud in sight. While the morning had been pleasantly cool, the dew had seen risen into the atmosphere dampening the area with a heavy and muggy feeling. The humidity had driven most creatures to stay within the forested areas, and most people were inside, resting in air-conditioned comfort. Of all the times Seraph needed to disappear. Chase thinks, an irritated expression overtaking his features. He activates Sky Dragon’s Wings, which offers him a slight reprieve from the heat, and he begins to float a small margin from the ground. “You take the lead Theia,” he says, looking towards the direction that they were going to travel in. “If anything decides to impede our travel, I probably won’t be able to sense it until it's too late because of my spell.”