A twisting gray road that had branched paths lay amid the vibrant green trees. The overall appearance of the road looked like blood veins but on land.
Slowly advancing along the narrow path was a black carriage pulled by four unicorns.
No defining feature could be seen on the carriage, only pure black. The coachman of the carriage was a messy-haired, short old man who held a horsewhip in his hand while he looked as though he could fall asleep any time.
No light was brought upon from the dark sky. The cold wind was swooshing across everywhere.
The carriage was slowly advancing as the wheels relentlessly crushed the pebbles in its wake. The shrubs on both sides of the road were shaking. Some forest creatures seemed to have been scared away due to the movements of the carriage.
"Master, in three days, we'll reach the Blue Gold Cave, but you will have to walk there to the cave yourself," the coachman reminded as he yawned.
