The morning air was crisp, cool against Lucavion's skin as he rode through the gates of Stormhaven. The towering walls loomed behind him, their familiar presence fading into the distance as Aether's hooves struck against the dirt road in a steady rhythm.
Stormhaven. The city that had—briefly—been his playground.
Now, just another place he was leaving behind.
Lucavion exhaled, adjusting his grip on the reins, his dark coat billowing slightly as the wind carried the scent of damp earth and fresh foliage. Ahead of him, the road stretched long and open, leading toward the borderlands and, eventually—
Varenthia.
[Hah. You really made a mess back there,] Vitaliara's voice echoed in his head, smooth and bemused. [Three days, and you managed to break the adventuring economy.]
Lucavion chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "I was efficient."
[You were excessive.]
"Ah, but isn't that part of my charm?"
[No.]
Lucavion smirked, unbothered, as Aether picked up speed beneath him.
