The bird let out a clear cry, and spread its wings and flew into the sky.
With a whirring sound, the bird flew faster and faster. Xaloc couldn't help but look one more time. In his eyes, the Rambo Town had already reduced to the size of a palm and shortly vanished from his sight.
The bird flew across the Last Beast Mountains. The cold winds blew about, and gusts of chilling air curled around as if they could drill into a person's bones.
In the next two hours, the temperature got warm, much warmer as they entered Athens.
By evening, Xaloc was already in the Solitary Mist Academy.
He jumped down for the bird and patted it in thanks. Xaloc then headed to the Mission Hall.
It was evening so the hall was the least crowded.
"Xaloc! You are back!"
"Ah! Welcome back!"
Calls from some of this year's mates reached him and he nodded to them.
He saw some older students looking at him and analysing him but he did not mind.
