Soaring among the rolling clouds and listening to the chilling wind, as well as the occasional flapping sounds of the Griffin's massive wings, Leon gazed upon the unchanging sea of clouds.
This was much simpler than flying a plane.
He could imagine how much complex knowledge and skills a pilot from his previous life had to master to control an aircraft.
However, riding a Griffin now felt quite comfortable.
After all, the true "pilot" in control was not the rider, but the giant beast itself.
Flying, positioning, navigation... If no further commands were needed, all this could be left up to the Griffin's own abilities, with nothing for the passengers on its back to do.
Leon hooked the iron reins to the front saddle, stretching leisurely and keeping a comfortable posture for a good while.
After informing the Death Claw of the general heading, cruising without major maneuvers was even more comfortable than horseback riding.
