Aeric's Silverwolf and Celestia's Horned Pegasus moved side by side, as the two of them rode above it, leaving the Realm Core behind.
They were moving towards a path that Aeric was not very familiar with. This path was paved in smooth, polished stone, and it seemed that the veins that formed cracks on its body were glowing with traces of Divinity.
Aeric adjusted his position atop Sylver. The beast moved gracefully yet powerfully, with sharp and alert eyes. Beside him, Celestia rode her pristine Horned Pegasus, its wings folded elegantly at its sides.
"You know," Aeric continued their conversation, "I've never really noticed how large the Realm Core is? So many paths and roads… It's much bigger than I imagined."
Celestia turned to him with a soft smile, the wind gently tugging at her golden hair.
"You haven't really traveled much, have you, Aeric?" she asked.
