The chariot rolled steadily along the winding road, the rose-horses' hooves sending petals dancing across the dirt path. The air was crisp, and the forest surrounding the road seemed almost alive, leaves rustling with the faint whisper of hidden magic. Lira and Renkai leaned back slightly, taking in the scenery, while Rose guided the horses with calm precision.
"We'll travel for a few days along this road," Rose said, her voice low and easy, yet carrying an edge of caution. "Once we're a bit farther from the town, we can turn toward one of the ruins I've charted. It's a place with residual magic—interesting things sometimes happen there. But… there's something you should know before we get close."
Lira's pen hovered over the edge of her journal, curiosity piqued. "Something? What is it?"
