The village looked the same every day, with nothing new happening. Arthur stayed in the same inn he had been the last couple of days, chilling before leaving.
Myla did the same after visiting her father's tombstone. Arthur was not the slightest concerned about her running away — he would notice her departure, and she had no chance in terms of speed.
It was early in the morning when Myla and Arthur left the island. Myla had a massive sword she always used as her transportation, and Arthur followed along.
"Be careful not to fall from it," Myla said as she increased the speed of her flying sword.
For her, it was quite fast, the fastest she could muster, but for Arthur, it was as slow as a turtle. But she was the only one who knew the path to the Phoenix Trial, and Arthur was not feeling like rushing there either!
"So why do you want to take part in the Phoenix Trial?"
"Me? I just want the experience, and who knows, maybe finish it. What about you?"