The road to the city of Avyaburgh stretched before them, a winding path bordered by dense woods and open fields. The Kaezhlar knights rode in formation, their armour gleaming under the late afternoon sun. They kept a steady pace, eyes fixed ahead.
The carriage's interior was a stark contrast to the rugged terrain outside.
Every element spoke of wealth and power, from the plush velvet seats embroidered with golden thread to the small crystal chandelier that hung securely from the ceiling.
The air inside was scented faintly with lavender, a subtle luxury provided by sachets tucked into the corners. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting intricate patterns of blue and amber onto the finely woven carpet beneath their feet.
