Maxwell Stuartson withdrew his hand from the foaming sea as he flew by, the air shimmering in the wake of his intense jetstream. His skin had reddened from windshear, and had gone numb hours ago, but he ignored his discomfort. He needed answers, and he knew only one man who could provide them.
The rocky cliffs crested the horizon, cutting off the glare from the sunset. Max climbed away from the water's surface, causing the sea behind him to pearl and lift as he shifted his gravitational position.
His visor's computer locked onto several figures along the edge of the complex cliffs, no doubt sentries. As he got closer, he saw them more clearly - easily seven feet tall, even without the large feathered wings on their backs, sun-darkened skin accentuated with slender muscle. Max quietly lit on the craggy, finding himself face to face with the stoic sentries.
"Herald of Phirroc, we welcome you."
The words were stilted, trilling and inflected. Max was impressed that the guards had taken the
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