Lyerin soared through the early morning sky, his body cutting through the wind with incredible speed and precision.
The Mana flowing through him was potent, almost overwhelming, yet he wielded it with the ease of someone who had centuries of experience.
His senses were on high alert, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the air around him, ready to react to any threat that might emerge from the shadows.
The cities below him were nothing more than a blur, their outlines distorted by the sheer speed at which he traveled.
The city of horses—once a bustling metropolis, now a fortress brimming with tension—loomed beneath him.
Its walls were heavily guarded by Mana users from several powerful families, all of them on high alert as they prepared for the impending bloodbath that would decide the fate of their territories.
