17th turn, 9th Pass, Somewhere in Southern Continent
The extreme cold of between envelops you as you travel through the portal. Lights swirl everywhere as you close the distance and time between here and then. You cling on to Drak's neck tightly; you'd made instantaneous leaps before, but nothing like this. Just hope you timed it right.
Suddenly, the portal opens; you and your dragon are spit out into a large swamp. You hear the pattering of a running beasts nearby, and the squeak of fire lizards. Shaking yourself off, you stare around at your humid environment.
"Hey Gil, I think were in Southern Continent" Drak informs. You stare downwards, and notice the sickening presence of grubs squirm across your belly. Well, at least the eat thread
"Yeah, I think you're right," you respond, somewhat mockingly, "But where in the Southern Continent?"
Drak gives you a clueless look, grunting softly as he dusts off his wings. Suddenly you hear the swamp grass shuffling slightly. With an alarm honed by combat, you pull out your Assault rifle and aim toward the bush. Though there was small chance it could be a threat, you'd learned the hard way that its better to be safe than sorry.
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