The following day, when the shimmering River of Light flared up once more, several horses sprang out of the forest where white wax flowers bloomed, their hooves flying.
One of the mounts was exceptionally robust, with charcoal-like eyes and dense smoke and fire hazing around it. The tall rider on its back turned his head and looked backward, watching the forest, which contained beautiful memories, gradually becoming more distant and smaller in his vision, until it turned into a cluster of pure white fluff as light as dandelion seeds.
On the edge of the 'fluff,' a centauress gazing into the distance as she leaned against a tree. Her crown of flowers sat upon her head while she watched a black dot slowly disappearing from sight, her mind filled with unknown thoughts.
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The journey was far from over; Bartlett and his companions continued their trek on the Vast Sea Prairie that was teeming with an undercurrent of danger.
