The Lust System: Hunt beyond worlds

After breakfast, we packed up everything slowly.

There was no rush.

No need to shout or hurry or think about anything heavy.

Darcy handed the last cup back into the basket. Sarah wiped her hands on a cloth. Aunt Lindy took one final look at the lake before stepping toward the carriage.

I stood for a moment, my hands in my pockets, staring at the water. The breeze touched my hair gently.

It felt like the world had paused just for us—for this single morning.

But it was time.

The horses were already ready, standing still and strong, their breath puffing softly in the warm air.

The driver—quiet as always—climbed onto his seat with a grunt, adjusted his wide straw hat, and flicked the reins.

"Alright," he said, without turning around.

And the carriage began to move again.