The evening sky above the Southern Star Province radiated a captivating golden-orange hue when a streak of golden light shot across the clouds at high speed. Sol, having completed its duties as both mineral prospector and mountain-demolition tool, flew back toward Falling Star City carrying an inner satisfaction that the pure-mithril hunting task had been finished in a short time.
A top the broad and sturdy back of the golden dragon, Sylvia sat leisurely while gazing at the expanse of the southern Tianhua mainland stretching beneath her. The evening breeze blew gently, playing with strand after strand of her beautiful black hair. Beside her, Noir in the form of a pitch-black cat, appeared to be sleeping soundly in a curled position, completely unconcerned with Sol's flying speed that could break the records of any magical jet in the kingdom.
