Leaving Ilis behind, Serah boarded a train bound for Caelmoor. The journey stretched for hours, giving her ample time to reflect, though her mind remained fixated on what awaited her. When at last the train screeched to a halt and she stepped onto Caelmoor's platform, she wasted no time. With her luggage slung and her resolve firm, she set out toward the outskirts on foot.
Across her back hung a wooden rectangular box, tightly wrapped in a black leather cloth, secured carefully as though it held something of great importance. In her hand, she carried her luggage filled with essentials and other items she thought she might need.
