Under the cover of darkness, a bit far from the Nightshade Kingdom, Rowena and her people moved carefully across rugged, perilous terrain.
The survivors of the Bloodburn Kingdom journeyed slowly but steadily, thousands walking with grim determination and vigilant eyes.
Generals and soldiers surrounded their caravan protectively, weapons at the ready, their keen gazes scanning the shadows for threats.
Alchemists worked diligently, trailing behind the main group, scattering special dust and mana-infused substances designed to erase their traces.
Seron, Jael, Esther, Sabina, Silvia, and Isola moved at the forefront, expressions tense and vigilant, ready for anything.
At the heart of the caravan, inside a modest yet sturdy black carriage, Rowena sat quietly, breastfeeding her newborn daughter Ravina.
She gazed tenderly at her baby, whose tiny hands gently gripped her pale skin, suckling eagerly with surprising strength.
