Inside Vivian's consciousness.
"Buddy, after this battle we will take a rest," a burly man said as he sat in the open field.
The grass around them moved gently in the wind.
The sky was clear and wide.
Beside him stood a blue war horse.
The horse was much bigger than normal horses, tall and strong, with a proud body and sharp eyes.
From its size and posture, it was clear that this horse was the mount of the burly man.
The man reached out and slowly caressed the horse's fur.
"After this war, we will both trim our fur. What do you say?" he said with a laugh, pulling at his long moustache.
"Neigh!"
The war horse let out a loud neigh.
Its head lifted high, and its face looked full of pride, as if it was saying, I don't need trimming, you do.
Hearing the arrogant neigh, the burly man laughed even more.
It felt like he truly understood the horse.
"Well," he said with a grin, "at least I need a good trimming."
