Chapter 100: Inhuman
Three black Enduron horses could be seen pulling a gold plated carriage through the dead of night at full speed. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow as the only source of light during these dark hours.
A woman dressed in a maiden white and black gown could be seen holding the reins, skillfully guiding the Enduron horses.
Within the gold plated carriage, another woman sat with composed elegance, her posture refined as she crossed one leg over the other. Her flowing green silk hair cascaded gracefully down her back with immaculate beauty. Her black eyes were serene as she gazed out the window in contemplative silence.
She was Wuthenya Wargrave; the Second Moon.
Although many would never dare to travel under the shadowed veil of night, Wuthenya was different. She welcomed the darkness as though it were a part of her, an extension of her very being.
The chances of travelers being attacked during the night were extraordinarily high, but to the truly powerful, like Wuthenya, the time of day bore no consequence.
Morning? Afternoon? Night? Bright? Dark?
It made no difference. If anyone dared to make a move against her, they would only return them to the place where new life comes from.
A faint smile touched her lips as she gazed out the window, the wind whipping against her face, her hair fluttering behind her. The three Enduron horses surged forward with power, yet the world around her did not blur.
To Wuthenya, whose perception was refined beyond measure, they were simply too slow to distort reality.