[Same Day.]
[6:00 PM.]
[Two thousand kilometers from Amerisa.]
Ten sleek, black vehicles sped along the worn-out road, passing countless travelers, all heading to Amerisa.
Nia looked out the window, her gaze lingering on the people, some riding their pets, those who could fly were soaring above.
"Don't worry, Nia, we'll get there," her father, Sheehan said, his voice laced with a weariness that belied his reassurance.
Nia turned to her father and smiled softly:
"Thank you, Nia."
Elara, sitting beside Sheehan, turned to face her, a smile on her face.
"Why are you thanking me, Mum?" Nia asked, her brow furrowed slightly.
"You could have used Fafnir, and flown to Amerisa, but you chose to ride with us, which will surely take days." Elara said, her tone a gentle observation, not a reprimand.
Nia chuckled lightly:
"Why would I leave my Mum and Dad to travel alone in such a chaotic time? But..."
Nia looked outside the window:
