Night soon arrived, and darkness crept into the world.
The starless sky had only the dull glow of the half moon shining upon the areas engulfed in the thickness of the dark.
On this very night, a certain carriage departed from the Blanc Mansion.
It was prestigious, well-made. It's surface barely reflected any light, and it was obviously designed for stealth.
As an Enchanted Carriage, it made no sound as it passed through the hidden paths that led out of the Capital.
As one would expect from a carriage of this pristine nature, it wasn't alone.
An entourage of six powerful men—led by a pink-haired woman—surrounded the wheeled mechanism.
They were all on mounts, and they had solemn expressions on their faces as they advanced to whatever destination they had in mind.
