The carriage carrying Maris and Lucan, having experienced numerous miraculous events along the way, steadily advanced towards the royal capital.
The journey was marked by a series of unexpected incidents, each one an opportunity for Maris's divine powers to manifest. Whether it was a bridge washed away by flooding, an ambush by monsters, a skirmish with bandits, or even a confrontation with corrupt nobles mistreating their slaves, nothing stood in their way for long. Maris's miracles dispelled every obstacle with an almost casual ease, her gentle smile never wavering.
Lucan, sitting across from her in the carriage, observed her closely. Maris's presence was like a constant beacon of warmth, radiating an aura of calm and peace that seemed to affect everyone around her. Her miracles were becoming more frequent, almost second nature to her now.
"Maris, you've really outdone yourself this time," Lucan said.
