Kapitel 197: The Approaching Storm (4)

A golden chariot pulled by four horses assembled from nine colored flames raced along the skies of Trion, heading for the central capital city of the Empire, Aroth. Their speed were many times faster than sound, leaving a flaming trail behind them that extends for miles.

The coachman driving the golden chariot was an old man with white hair and a beard that was peppered with spots of red, his presence would shake any world he steps his feet into, for he is a Dominator of the Third Great Circle, yet he was driving a chariot.

Inside the chariot were two people, a young man who had a startling resemblance to Rowan, but his face was thinner and more effeminate, and a kneeling woman, who was dressed in the uniform of a Royal maid.