Time flowed steadily, marked by the rhythmic sound of hoofbeats and the whisper of the wind. With mounts like theirs, the landscape transformed into a blur beneath them.
The two Second Order Minor Beast horses shot forward with relentless power and speed, each stride covering an impressive distance as if the very ground yielded to their might.
Towering three meters at the shoulder, their muscular bodies glistened with deep, burnished red fur, and when they galloped, the air around them hummed faintly from their sheer speed.
What would take ordinary travelers nearly a week of sore legs and restless nights passed in a blur for Boren and Valeria; in just two days, the rolling plains and scattered woods between Greyvale and their destination thinned out before giving way to the expansive western horizon where Riverdale City loomed like a crouched titan beside its waters.
