The hum of the magical wheels melded with the rhythmic flap of the carriage's enchanted wings as it glided along the paved road. The scenery outside shifted from the dense greenery of lush forests to the rolling serenity of hills bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Yet Amberine barely noticed the changing vistas. Her gaze was fixed on the patterned floor of the carriage, her hands gripping the edges of her seat so tightly that her knuckles whitened.
The memory of the Devil Coffin's attack clung to her like a shadow, seeping into her every thought. The suffocating chains, the endless void of the prison dimension, and the visceral realization that she had been targeted still weighed heavily on her mind. Every creak of the carriage wheels, every shift in its movement, sent her nerves on edge. Her heart raced, her breaths shallow and uneven.
