The carriage moved along the illuminated road, the rhythmic sound of the wheels against the ground creating an almost hypnotic cadence as the silhouette of the city of Arven slowly grew on the horizon, each tower and each wall silhouetted against the dark sky sprinkled with stars. Damon remained silent inside the vehicle, his eyes half-open, attentive to every detail that passed through the gaps in the curtain, absorbing the unusual movement that took over the main roads. Even from a distance, it was already possible to perceive the intense flow of carriages converging on a single point, like a river being inevitably drawn towards a center of power.
Ingrivid also remained quiet, but her rigid posture betrayed constant vigilance, as if she were ready to react to any unexpected deviation. The tension in the air was not explicit, but it existed, dense and silent, like a taut string about to vibrate.
