Neither too fast nor slow, they flew at a stroll's pace.
Black Isotta, Master Peranos, and Grimm circled the sky. After three hourglasses, they finally found the ancient ruins amongst the twisted forests from Grimm's memories.
The "guardians" from the realm which used to catch Grimm and the other apprentices were now nowhere to be seen. Even the occasional buzz of the insects from his memories became eerily silent.
"Probably because the old sorcerer is here..." Grimm thought as he looked at the Black Isotta sorcerer in front of him.
There was a protruding rock in the middle of a field made out of an alloy of crystal and metal. Underneath the rock was an inconspicuous crevice, with enough room for one person to crawl within.
"This is it!"