On the vast snowfield, a black chocobo with glossy feathers, clearly well-treated, pulled a bird carriage, racing across the snow at an unbelievable speed.
From a higher viewpoint, one would notice that no footprints or carriage tracks were left in the snow, leaving no trace.
On the carriage seat, a gleaming scale serpent in the guise of a middle-aged housekeeper lightly held the reins. The superb chocobo needed hardly any instructions to find its way forward on its own.
Having inherited the power of the White Snake and transcended to a Fantasy Species, this frigid snowfield was entirely its domain. Compared to freezing water vapor into an icy road in the meadows before, manipulating snow to make it easy for the carriage to pass was a piece of cake for it.
Beside it sat the Hero, wrapped tightly in her snowfield fur coat she never thought she'd use, with a fluffy hat on her head and the collar covered by a thick scarf.
