"We're almost there!"
The Hero, her long hair dyed white by the winter wind, fluttered in the breeze as she excitedly shouted at the silver-white horizon.
If the last journey on the highland was an uncertain pilgrimage, this time it was almost a leisurely and enjoyable outing.
Unlike the arduous journey of taking one step at a time before, this time she comfortably sat on the Chocobo-drawn carriage, humming songs along the way. She only needed to wave at the Magic Creatures and didn't even need to expend Magic Power. At most, she asked the Gleaming Scale Serpent to lay an ice road ahead, waiting for the Chocobo to dash on it.
Even the well-trained Black Feathered Land Bird had likely never traversed such a smooth path in its life, as it was accustomed to performing high-difficulty tasks rather than pulling a coachman's land bird.
