The sun was glowing like fire in the west, making the real Aalto even more like a graveyard. Except for the sorcerers who were watching the walls of the city in different areas, few people could be found on the street.
On the empty road, a wagon rode fast without raising any noises of hooves or wheels, as if it were an envoy from the Silent Hell.
The wagon was so quiet because it did not have any wheels. The four horses running ahead were all as hazy as if they were made of pale mist. However, an intense fire was burning on each of their heads, and two red spots were bouncing in their eyes.
"Is this the famous 'nightmare'?" Inside the carriage where the window was half open, a magnetic and enthralling female voice echoed.
