Targun's steps were heavy and steady, its granite body crushed through the underbrush, striding rapidly forward, undeterred by any vegetation, moving swiftly.
But this also left a distinct trail in the wilderness.
Under the cover of night, Galos stealthily followed the Stone Giant, his scale armor under the moonlight blending with the clouds in a grayish hue, even the sound of wings flapping was deliberately suppressed, silent and unnoticed.
Flight gave the Dragon Race an inherent advantage over the Giants.
The Stone Giants' perception was not sharp, and Galos disguised himself well, never too fast nor too slow, never detected by the Stone Giant.
Like this.
The Giants traversed the land, while the Dragon soared through the sky.
Time slowly passed.
About five hours later, the sky showed the dim gray-blue scene of dawn.
