Inner City, Central Ring Plain.
A pure white carriage with silver trim sped toward a certain location in the Outer Ring, escorted by more than ten Silver Scale Cavalrymen.
The carriage was sealed shut, but the faint sound of chanting could be heard from within.
It was a woman's voice, her tone hurried, as if tinged with anxiety and suppression.
The sky was gray. Though it was noon, the light already resembled that of dusk.
A fierce wind howled across the plain, and fine, sand-like particles constantly drifted down from the sky.
The carriage pressed on against the strong wind, moving straight and steady along its intended route.
But it hadn't gone far before a figure in blue descended lightly from the air, blocking the carriage's path.
"I didn't expect one to have slipped through the net... Apologies, but this road is closed."
The man in blue raised his head slightly, revealing a pale chin from beneath the hood of his robe.
