The rhythmic thub-thub-thub of hooves in the ground slowed as the carriage began its approach toward the massive city gates.
Inside the cabin, the earlier conversation had faded into a comfortable silence, replaced by the sheer magnetic pull of the world outside.
Nico was practically glued to the glass on his side.
From a distance, the crowd waiting to enter the city had looked like a singular, colorful smudge against the grey stone walls.
But now, as the carriage drew closer, that smudge resolved into a living, breathing painting of fantasy demographics.
There were rows upon rows of wagons and worn-down carriages, piled high with crates and large travel bags.
People on their feet stood in another line, creating a chaotic sea of colors and shapes that made Nico's heart race.
It was the "Isekai Package" in its purest form.
