Lisa stared after them with a clear look of disappointment, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"…Well, I guess it can't be helped," she murmured after a moment, accepting it far more quickly than I expected.
With that, our short moment of rest came to an end, and we continued walking toward the distant pillar of light.
As we drew closer, the air grew heavier—almost sacred.
The ground shimmered faintly beneath our feet, as if the surrounding forest itself was breathing magic.
And then—
"…What is that?" I muttered.
Something stood in the distance, blocking our path entirely.
At first, it was just a silhouette—tall, white, and impossibly elegant.
But the closer we got, the clearer it became.
Elena stopped dead in her tracks.
Lisa blinked rapidly.
A pure white horse stood before us, its mane rippling like silk under the breeze.
But what drew the eye immediately was the long, sharp horn jutting from its forehead—glowing faintly with holy light.
"A… unicorn?" Elena whispered.
