A carriage that reeked of luxuriousness moved across a valley.
A strange valley that looked natural, felt natural, but was anything but natural.
The valley...it was mystifying.
It was blinding.
So full of natural mana, that some even suspect if it was actually natural mana.
But of course, the carriage didn't stop or even slow down to appreciate the valley's mystic beauty.
It simply blew past the valley, its steeds, a pair of demonic horses, the best steeds available, pulled the carriage with such strength that within minutes they were out of the valley, into the plains.
The sunlight from the three suns that was blocked in the valley, fell on the carriage again, causing the Rayne to squint his chestnut-colored eyes.
But even with sunlight falling straight in his eyes, he didn't close them. Not because he was too committed to his job or he was afraid of the carriage going off track.
No, that wasn't it.