The wheels on the carriage turned round and round.
Garen turned sideways to look at the scenery outside the carriage window.
Up in the blue sky, a few enormous black dots were circling in the air slowly, making chirping noises in the distance.
The green grassy plains seemed limitless, and the continuous stretches of hills stood up high as a few black sheep the size of little cows lowered their heads and chomped on grass. They occasionally looked up in curiosity at the three carriages that passed by.
The early morning fresh air blew into the carriage window.
Garen lowered his head to look at the Resonance Stone in his hand, before playing with it gently.
The index finger on his left hand lit up suddenly with a black flame, and left a Tactic gesture in the air. His right hand continued to turn the Resonance Stone over in his palm.
Garen put his left hand down and picked up a pen on the table and dipped it in ink, before jotting all this down in his notebook.