Four flying creatures swept low over the forest, moving in unison toward a specific region—the area where the centaur tribe last reported sightings of the elusive light spirits, or as they called them, "fairies."
These were not ordinary creatures, but true spirit beings—manifestations of pure light mana with a conscious that had crossed into the physical world from the spirit realm.
Logan's aerial squad fanned out with planned positions. The dark-feathered vulture soared high above, scanning the canopy with keen eyes, while the three pegasus mounts kept to a wide formation, each separated by about a hundred meters to maximize coverage.
Riding one of them, Logan remained alert, searching for any glimmer of movement or flicker of light that could signal their target. Silvia, flying nearby, did the same, her eyes darting around while trying her best not to overlook anything.
