C700 Icemountain Mount Altar

The speed of a level nine Condor wasn't something to be reckoned with. Seven consecutive days of flying had left behind mountains that covered the land, replacing them was an endless plain of ice and snow.

He could not see the end of the wilderness. The wind and frost danced in the sky, and a boundless mist covered the sky and covered the sun from the back of the Trembling Feathered Hawk