The snakes hovered in the sky, giving out mighty roars of exaltation. They must not have been cold-blooded, for he could see faint steam emanating from their mouth, and he could sense the fire in their blood.
"F*ck me. When do snakes roar? Seriously, though, should that be the primary thought in my mind now?"
Rowan rubbed his healing chest and began to stand up, he unleashed all his senses first to analyze his surroundings.
The link between him and the flying giant snakes was becoming more intimate, as he could almost sense himself inside them, flying through the sparse clouds under the Red moon.
The sensation almost felt like a fever dream, his mind was split into three extra sections, and even though he could not control his motion, he felt like he was in the driver's seat of a roller coaster.