Northern and Mr. Fluffy hurtled across the forest scape, not minding a single monster around. For those that dared to enter their path, they were met with the crude and vicious claw of the White beast, marking their end in a ghastly spray of gore.
A couple of minutes passed, and they eventually came out of the forest. Mr. Fluffy drifted, skidding to a halt for a brief moment, allowing Northern to get his bearings.
Northern's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the landscape before them.
Rolling hills stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with clusters of trees and crisscrossed by winding paths.
This was a path of Lotheliwan he wasn't used to, but it wasn't so difficult. After all, he could see so far to know that the desert plains of Sloria were just ahead.
All that's left is to just find a path there, or better still, force one out if he has to.
Northern leaned close to Mr. Fluffy's ear. "Alright buddy, let's move… forward."