The carriage wound its way along the serpentine mountain roads of the Nox Mountains.
Hyperion gazed quietly out the window, noting that whenever the vehicle approached a dead end, there would always be a sign by the roadside: "Turn ahead" or "Beware of sharp turns," and after rounding each bend, another beautiful vista would open up before them.
"The mountain roads twist and turn, with peaks and paths looping back on themselves."
Hyperion, dressed in a different outfit, murmured to herself.
The words "Turn ahead" struck her eyes repeatedly, much like Lanci had once opened her heart.
It turned out that it wasn't that the road had come to an end, but rather it was time to hit the brakes and slow down.
Whenever she felt she was in dire straits, Lanci would appear like a hero and tell her that the sky wasn't falling; a turn of fate was on its way.
"Hyperion, you're thinking about Lanci again, aren't you?"
Antanas nudged Hyperion suddenly.
"No, not at all."
