Ethan's gaze followed the direction where the crowd's murmurs and pointed fingers converged.
Far on the horizon, a luxurious carriage came into view, pulled swiftly by a colossal beast—a golden three-headed lion, a majestic and terrifying seventh-level monster. Its presence was unmistakably a symbol of power and prestige, a sovereign show of strength from a major force.
Whispers ricocheted through the crowd like wildfire.
"The three golden lions… Look closely at the mark on the carriage window—that's the emblem of the Vernal Dawn royal family!" a passerby said, awe threading his voice.
"The Vernal Dawn royal family? So far away, yet they've sent representation," another pondered. "But who have they sent? I can't tell from this distance."
Ethan's brows knit tightly as he scrutinized the approaching carriage.
