The morning sun filtered through the trees in scattered golden shafts, painting the winding road in patches of light and shadow. The cart rolled along at a steady pace, the horses' hooves creating a rhythmic counterpoint to the birdsong filtering through the forest.
Adam sat on the driver's bench beside Seraphina, one leg dangling casually over the edge, his crimson eyes scanning the tree line with practiced ease. After a long stretch of uneventful travel, he stretched his arms above his head with a satisfied sigh.
"Quiet today," he observed, tilting his face toward the sun. "Seems like we might actually have a smooth trip for once."
Beside him, Seraphina kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her posture as rigid as ever despite the peaceful surroundings. "Do not let your guard down. We are still in dangerous territory. We have no idea when—or if—another attack will come."
