On the road to Rekton City,
The sky was as blue as a gemstone, with white clouds drifting leisurely, seemingly pushed gently by the wind into various fascinating shapes.
The weather was exceptionally clear, and the sunlight poured down unreservedly, cloaking the earth in a layer of warm golden glow.
On the road, an ancient carriage was slowly making its way, its wheels turning gradually as they rolled across the ground, producing a rhythmic sound.
Theodore sat upright at the front of the carriage, his hands firmly holding the reins, focused on driving the carriage.
From time to time, he turned sideways to look back, observing the situation inside the carriage.
At the same time, his ears were alert, capturing every slight movement inside the carriage, as if guarding against some potential danger.
Inside the carriage, Turner and Hanna were like two startled little deer, obediently sitting on the side.
