Princess Amaya's heart pounded like the rhythm of a drum, her mind in disarray. Were the guards from the Black mansion still after her? And what had become of the enigmatic man?
The princess turned the throttle, feeling the powerful rumble of the engine as she accelerated, then smoothly shifted into the highest gear.
With each turn of the throttle, she felt a surge of untamed excitement, evoking memories of her carefree adventures at Miraga, where she rode her tiger Kiara at the age of nine. Together with Cirrus, they explored the jungle as her two animal friends ran like the wind while Kong swinging from vine to vine, effortlessly kept pace with them.
She was only in a daze for a moment. Back to the present, the vast and mysterious night enveloped her. She rode through it with fearless confidence, leaving her pursuer far behind.
That was what she thought.
