Moonlight, serene as water, paved Fisher's path forward as he quickly made his way past tents and cooking gear, blown askew by the wind. Approaching the neighing horses in the night, he found the carriage behind them overturned. With both hands, he righted the carriage and headed inside.
Emhardt, who had been nestled in his arms, felt the din subside and cautiously floated out of Fisher's embrace to hover mid-air. He frantically turned his head, scanning the surroundings before saying,
"What happened out there just now, it was so noisy... Wait, it's over now, right?"
"Not yet, there's still a curse monster related to the Phoenix Species outside, preparing to kill... The disappearance of the Phoenix Species is closely tied to the Spirit Realm, and the Turand Family is also connected to the Phoenix Species. I still don't understand what they want with the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree..."
While rummaging through items that had rolled about the carriage, Fisher spoke to Emhardt.
