The sound of splintering wood echoed through the stable as a loud crash followed the Marquis's cryptic statement. Lucavion's eyes darted toward the commotion, his smirk fading into a look of sharp curiosity. Valeria tensed beside him, her hand instinctively moving toward the hilt of her sword, though she didn't draw it.
"Ah… She is here," the Marquis murmured again, his tone calm but tinged with a subtle reverence.
Lucavion's sharp gaze followed the sound, and his eyes landed on a sight that commanded immediate attention. At the far end of the stable, an imposing horse stood in the center of an open pen, its presence dominating the space.
The creature was unlike anything Lucavion had seen before. Her coat was a deep, inky black that shimmered faintly like liquid obsidian under the enchanted lanterns, while her mane and tail cascaded like flowing shadows, moving as though alive. Her eyes burned with a faint, ethereal blue glow, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance.
