Arthridian World
The driver returned, this time with a far larger and sturdier carriage pulled by two massive, corrupted beasts. Zane's eyes immediately locked onto the creatures. They resembled horses but were something more — Dragonic Horses.
Their coarse, black skin glistened with clusters of toad-like bumps. Their muscular bodies towered over any corrupted horse they'd seen so far — at least twice the size — and their glowing crimson eyes exuded both majesty and menace.
Zane quickly scanned their stats. He nodded in approval.
"These ones. They can handle our weight."
Shelby gave a silent nod, his expression unreadable — likely using his own methods to evaluate them.
"I knew it," Erlin said with a satisfied smirk.
The ornate carriage door opened, and a man stepped down. He was distinct from the rest — his attire formal, elegant, with a sharp aura of authority and power wrapped around him like a cloak.
"So, you're the ones hiring my carriage?" he asked.
