Hundreds of carriages rolled toward Veldora as the sun climbed up to announce the morning.
Last evening, right after the letter incident, the entire Order of the Silver Vanguard had been ordered to gather and prepare for a mission. Anyone who missed the expedition was promised a death sentence as their farewell gift.
That brutal little decree threw the whole continent into chaos, and it still took almost three full hours just to get the Order fully out the door.
Right now, inside one of the carriages, two rankers sat side by side, staring at Astrid as she chewed through her own nails.
Rora, ranked first in the Order and one of the three sages, leaned toward the man beside her. Albert. Ranked second, captain of the Order, and currently wearing a smile that did not match the soul behind it.
