The next morning;
Two bicorn carriages rolled steadily down the winding mountain road. Ignis flew high above on his griffin, keeping watch over the forests. Juren Frost rode quietly beside Kiara's carriage, while the golden dragon stayed in human form, silently observing the passing scenery.
For the first two days, the journey was peaceful.
Mountain paths slowly turned into rolling hills.
Villages appeared more often, and trade caravans sometimes crossed their path.
None of them realized that the woman inside the simple carriage was the same person who had destroyed Heaven's Gate just days earlier.
But on the morning of the third day, everything changed.
The lead coachman suddenly pulled the reins hard. The bicorns snorted and stopped.
Ahead, the road had vanished beneath an endless sea of armored soldiers.
