The sun sat high and unbothered in the cloudless sky while the myst-infused train tore across the tracks with a speed that made the landscape smear into streaks of color. This wasn't an ordinary locomotive groaning under its own age; it was one of the Kingdom's engineered marvels—sleek, rune-lined, and powered by condensed myst cores that thrummed like a living heart beneath the metal shell. Acceleration glyphs clung to its frame, bending travel time until hours collapsed into minutes. And inside that well-crafted miracle of engineering sat Liam.
He occupied a window seat, his crimson eyes following the scenery that whipped past in a blur. He wore a simple long-sleeved white shirt tucked neatly into black pants that matched his boots, while a long dark coat draped down just above his knees. His hair remained overgrown, tied into a short, loose ponytail with stray strands drifting across his face whenever the train shifted.
