The carriage rumbled down the ancient forest path, its wheels kicking up clouds of moss and dirt as it headed back toward the border of the Human Empire.
Unlike the heavy, mournful atmosphere of their arrival six months ago, the mood inside was now electric. The air hummed with the gradual recovery of life energy.
"Phantom Wind?" Leona tilted her head, her lion ears twitching as she looked at the new, strange aura surrounding Lyra. "That sounds… kind of weak. Wind is just wind, right? It blows things. How does that help you kill a knight in full plate?"
Lyra smirked. It was a cold, confident expression that looked strange on her usually stoic face. The faint grey tint of her skin seemed to deepen as she channelled her mana.
"You think so?" Lyra asked, her voice soft but carrying a dangerous edge. "Then watch."
She didn't ask Alfred to stop the carriage. She simply leaned out the open window, the wind whipping her silver-blonde hair back.
