The trip went smoothly, surprising even Lucian as he and the Third Prince—Ivan—arrived at a nearby fort city, a fortress situated between Greywood and the royal capital.
The sun was already rising, signaling the end of the ball back at Greywood.
I hope my followers don't mess things up back there.
Lucian landed the griffin, its form melting away into hundreds of shadow soldiers who positioned themselves beside the knights.
"Well, look at this… Red's Crossing. Been too long."
Lucian smirked, remembering his first all-out battle here—an age forgotten to time.
"Looks completely different from what I once knew."
He gazed around. Towering city walls loomed overhead, even more imposing than those of Greywood, with guards stationed everywhere and fortifications at every corner—a city truly meant to protect the royal capital.
Citizens roamed, but unlike in Greywood, they didn't flock to the prince's carriage. Each one was cautious and careful.
