The carriage moved steadily along the worn path, and the tigers' paws' rhythmic thud provided a steady backdrop to the journey. The road had been long, and though Luke kept his eyes on the horizon, his thoughts wandered. The events of the past few days—encounters with dark elves, the lingering secrets, and Ilyrana's withdrawn demeanour—sat heavily in his mind. Still, the journey continued, and soon the landscape around them changed.
In the distance, rising above the rolling hills and scattered trees, was the unmistakable sight of Admiral.
"There it is," Rhys called from the front of the carriage, a hint of relief in his voice. He gestured toward the looming city with its tall spires and bustling activity. Admiral was a sight to behold, even from afar, its grand structures hinting at the wealth and importance of the city. Despite the long ride, a surge of energy passed through the group as the city came into full view.
