As the evening descended, Dylan made his way back to his immense estate. By the time he arrived, the sun had already disappeared below the horizon. Employing the magical abilities inherent in his royal lineage, Dylan effortlessly teleported himself and his horse to the expansive stable situated at the rear of his grandiose three-story palace. With a mere thought, he traversed the considerable distance, the mystical power coursing through his veins affording him the swiftness to explore any corner of his vast domain in a matter of seconds.
Once Dylan had settled his white steed in the stable, he strolled along the lengthy pathway leading to the backdoor. The pavement beneath his feet was crafted from smooth, gray marble, winding its way amidst flower beds and a sprawling garden.
