The carriages rumbled softly across the blackened plains, their rune-lit wheels whispering against stone and ash. Outside, the twin moons of Ghenna hung low in the sky, one crimson, one pale silver, casting an otherworldly glow over the jagged landscape.
The world around them had completely blurred into streaks of silver and crimson as the Demon South unfolded before them.
Within the first carriage, silence lingered. Only the creak of wood and the faint hum of magic filled the air. Morgana sat by the window, eyes tracing the streaks of violet lightning that danced along the horizon.
"Can't believe we're heading to the Umbral Spire," Miranda murmured, arms crossed, "The First Betrayer's throne. Sounds fun."
Lucian snorted softly, "Fun isn't the word I'd use."
