As Dave rode on the massive Berad Beast, with the wind whipping through his hair, and the streetlights shining all around him through the dark, empty streets. He gazed ahead, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
The system's map imposed over his vision, indicating that he was drawing closer to the location of the two women. He noticed, with a hint of surprise in his face, that the pace of those who had taken his two wives had been remarkably swift, covering a significant amount of ground during his short conversation with the three men.
The landscape shifted, and the buildings grew taller and closer together. The Berad Beast's paws pounded the paved street as they entered the city, and Dave's gaze was drawn to a large billboard standing sentinel at the entrance. "Welcome to the City of Whales," it read, the letters bold and faded. Dave's eyes lingered on the sign before moving on to take in the sights of the city.
