The carriage crossed the arch and continued on its way. Shadow's expression did not change, but he turned his head slightly, looking north.
Their long journey across the mortal realms was nearing its end.
It had taken them a few years to reach the Kingdom of Hope — the last mortal realm they had to cross before reaching the Hollow Mountains.
Noctis was not nineteen anymore. His face had lost the last traces of adolescence, and he did not look like a boy now, resembling a man more and more with each day. Snuggle and Shadow, meanwhile, remained the same… at least outwardly.
In truth, many things had happened during their journey, so neither of them was the same.
