Meanwhile…
Somewhere in the Eastern continent… in a seemingly boundless forest.
A group of a dozen or more cavalrymen was advancing southward at a moderate pace. They were moving on a ten-feet-wide official road somewhere in the forest.
Everyone was dressed in black clothes. The individuals apart from the four people in the forefront carried a plain blade and a crossbow on their bodies. The blade was tied-up to their waist, and the crossbow was hung on their back.
The very first person in the group was seemingly an over forty-year-old man. He had refined facial features. He held a black wooden stick in his hand. It seemed like he was the leader of this group.
Three young people were riding their horses side-by-side behind that middle-aged man.