Fatty Ben clutched onto the thick vertical scales around Sparky's neck, his heart pounding against his chest like a war drum. He had never experienced anything close to this—flying at unimaginable speed, piercing through clouds as if they were nothing but thin veils.
Fatty's plump cheeks were stretched back due to the sheer force of the wind. Yet, despite the thrill, he clenched his teeth. This was not a time for enjoyment. This was a mission to save his master Kent, his leader, his friend.
Sparky roared with determination as he flapped his massive wings, tearing through the sky like a golden streak of light. Time was against them, and they both knew that every second counted.
After three and a half hours of nonstop flight at breakneck speed, Sparky finally descended, circling over a glowing mountain shaped like a hawk—Garuda Mountain, the sacred dwelling of divine herbs. The moment Fatty saw the golden peak, his heart swelled with relief.
