3181 Mage Towers (Part 1)
"Having this kind of power is fun, but if I have to spend the rest of my life alone like a rabid monster it's going to get old very fast." Derek sighed. "On top of that, I need to understand who this Verhen guy is.
"The tiger man called me like that but back then I thought it was an insult, like monster, or a title. Yet even the woman called Verhen and mentioned something like a Supreme Magus. Verhen must be a name."
'Maxwell's beard, yes!' The Voidfeather thought. 'Come on, you are a smart guy. Just take one small leap of imagination and realize it's your name. Otherwise why would different people recognize you and call you like that?'
"The name of the guy who inhabited this body before me." Derek said, making the Voidfeather groan. "Or maybe even the name of the guy who wants to possess this body. This may as well be a trap, but I haven't many choices left."
Lith's paranoia was alive and well, making him second-guess every decision he made and look for hidden enemies even when there were none.
Derek took a leap, leaving behind a deep crater and reaching a great altitude before unfurling his wings. He looked in every direction, but without the Tiamat's eyesight, he wasn't better than an Awakened human.
He took a random direction again, hoping to meet a road or a river that he could follow to civilization.
Soon, his mind relaxed and his thoughts about loneliness and conspiracies moved to the back burner. If there was one thing that Derek loved about his new life despite its many mysteries and painful limitations, it was flying.
Soaring through the sky made him feel free and powerful. After spending his life on Earth being small, insignificant, and unheard, it was a pleasant change. While he flew, he could forget about his problems and miseries, both old and new.
For the first time in his life, he could stop worrying and just enjoy the journey.
"What is that?" After hours of flight, Derek had finally found what looked like a wide paved road yet there was also something else.
His Abomination hunger felt a strong surge in the density of world energy but it didn't come from either direction of the road. Following the delicious smell would lead him away from civilization and into the wilds again.
The Void was torn between the desire to discover the identity of the man whose body he inhabited and the constant nagging hunger that tormented him since he had opened his eyes on Mogar.
"Oh, screw it." The Void was an Abomination so the hunger came first.
He just memorized as many landmarks as he could and tried to fly in a straight line to find his way back to the road with ease. Hunger and instinct fuelled the flaps of his wings, producing booms of thunder and making him cross dozens of kilometers in mere seconds.
Usually, once he gained speed, Derek found it hard to stop. He didn't give a damn about landscapes and natural beauty. He only cared about the intoxicating feeling of power that being untouchable gave him.
The rare times he did, like when he found a prey or something drew his attention, he would plunge like a sack of bricks.
Due to the amnesia, he moved his body like a bike. Below a certain speed, he needed to touch the ground to stabilize himself, which was a problem when the ground was hundreds of meters below.
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