[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
The fog had rolled in thicker than before—so dense it hung between the trees like a heavy curtain, swallowing sound and even the faintest shapes until they were reduced to pale smudges.
Amid that suffocating haze, the silhouette of something unnaturally smooth sliced through the mist. A carriage—sleek, immaculate, and out of place in the dying woods—glided along the crude dirt path. Its polished black body seemed to drink in the surrounding light, while the gold ornamentation outlined its edges.
Its wheels churned quietly through mud that should have slowed it, but did not. The creatures pulling it—two horse-like things with pitch-black skin—moved in eerie synchronization. Their frames were thin, almost starved-looking, yet they pulled the ornate carriage without resistance. Their red, glowing eyes did not flicker, did not blink, did not acknowledge the world. They simply stared forward.
