The next morning.
While the night's breath still lingered and the sky was just beginning to brighten, Miss Melina mounted Spirit Horse Torret and set off hurriedly.
With the passage of time, sunlight shone down.
The boundless plains stretched as far as the eye could see, bringing a sense of tranquility and joy.
Riding Spirit Horse Torret, feeling the wind brush against her face as she galloped, the one-eyed girl felt her mood gradually lighten. Everything was still beautiful, and being here now was just fine; she seemed to have no need to worry about unnecessary things.
Her silhouette on the horse continued eastward, heading toward the rising sun.
As she went further and further, she gradually became a small black dot on the horizon.
