The attacks continued throughout the journey. Thaids Erik couldn't identify harassed them in swarms. Each encounter ended the same way, though—with dead thaids falling to the earth below and Erik growing stronger.
Flying thaids were strong, and the experience they gave was massive. Erik gained a couple of levels, but now that his war ended, he didn't care that much.
"These mountains really are getting worse," Erik said after taking care of another group of aerial bastards.
At some point, he decided to fly below the trees, which significantly lowered his traveling speed but at least prevented nasty encounters. Besides, flying high far from the mountains was possible; doing so in such close proximity was suicide, even for him.
If wyverns were deadly on Mannard, here on Mur, they must have been even worse. There were thaids, such as the Cerulean Bird, that even Erik could fight against yet.
