"Neeeigh!" White-winged horses flew across the sky, their magnificent wings outstretched.
A hooded figure sat on the driver's seat, gripping the reins tightly.
The wagon moved across the sky as if it were wheeling down an invisible road.
The mysterious figure looked straight ahead as their destination appeared in the distance.
He could see a lonely dojo perched on top of Mt. Sword, sending a looming shadow over a vast and quaint city—Amaterasu.
The horses, pulling the wagon, flew over the tall walls and raced towards their final destination.
The cityfolk and players walked down the streets without seeing the flying prison transport.
To them, they were completely invisible!
"Neigh!" Letting out a loud neigh, the horses began descending and soon landed safely on the ground.
The wagon's wheel thudded down on the ground and soon came to a stop.
