The sun rising in the sky lit the area where Virra was headed, guiding him in the direction he needed to be going. It cut through the clouds and let him know where would be good or bad. The winds were high and thunder cracked around him, flashes of lightning blinding his four eyes every so often, but he wasn’t to be distracted here. The wyvern beat his wings and glided overtop a grumbling storm cloud, scanning below him. To his awe, he noticed some land below him. But confusingly enou...