Several hours had passed since breakfast.
By now, it was already afternoon. The train had left Velkaris far behind a long time ago, thousands of kilometers away from the city. It had crossed forests, low mountains, and a great river where massive shapes could be seen moving beneath the water, dark monsters following the current far below the bridge.
The train did not stop at any city along the way.
It had been designed for this route, for this destination, and nothing else.
At some point, the temperature outside began to drop.
Cynthia, who had been watching through the window for a while, leaned slightly forward.
"Look, Trafalgar. Snow. It seems we reached the place they mentioned."
Trafalgar was sitting beside her with a book in his hands. He had been reading until she spoke. It was a novel from an author of this world, something he had picked up mostly because he had time, and because once they reached Aurevane, relaxing would probably become much harder.
