The courtyard bustled with activity as the servants prepared for Sebastian's departure. Ernacht, the majestic unicorn, stood at the center, shimmering in the morning light.
Sebastian, adorned in his battle attire, mounted Ernacht, who shifted with grace beneath him. The unicorn's mane flowed like a cascade of silver, and its horn gleamed as a beacon of strength.
Sebastian's eyes scanned the surroundings, his expression determined yet tinged with a hint of indescribable feeling. He left alone this time, a departure from the usual farewells where Isla or trusted generals accompanied him.
The Western Continent, Virgo, beckoned with the promise of another war—well, less than a war. It could be just a fight, or it could be another massacre.
Amala would be the judge of her own origin.
