The rhythmic chugging of the train filled the cabin, a steady reminder that this time, their journey was far from luxurious. Irina adjusted herself in her seat, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as the faint creaks of the older train car reached her ears. The polished elegance of the high-class trains they'd taken before was absent here—no mana-infused amenities, no seamless enchantments. Instead, the cabin was utilitarian, with modest wooden panels and windows that rattled faintly with each bump in the track.
Irina crossed her arms with a soft huff, her gaze darting toward Astron, who sat across from her with his usual unbothered demeanor. His sharp gray eyes were fixed on the passing scenery, his expression as unreadable as ever. He seemed entirely at ease as if the simplicity of this train suited him more than the previous luxury.
