The crisp morning air was still, as if the entire city of Virencia held its breath for a moment longer, just long enough to witness their departure. The rising sun painted golden streaks along the stone walls of the knight's building, while the subtle breeze stirred the flags that hung from its towers.
The heavy clop of Vartha's paws echoed gently against the flagstone path as Luke and Ilyrana finally boarded the humble but sturdy carriage. The tiger stood tall and composed, her muscles shifting beneath the polished harness, already in tune with the journey ahead.
At the edge of the corridor, flanked by the arched gateway that opened into the wider carriageway, Commander Valerie stood, her arms crossed loosely, watching with a quiet pride. Beside her was Larissa, poised as ever, and behind them, a small formation of knights—all dressed in partial uniform, off-duty yet present, offering their silent show of respect.
