"Just a little more, Moro," Lucia whispered, gently stroking its mane.0

Despite ragged breathing, Moro let out a low growl and pushed forward, forcing through loose, swampy dirt clinging to its legs. They were moving through the landslide's aftermath. 0

Thick dust hung in the air, spreading with every step. Large and small rocks jutted up like scattered debris, obstructing Lucia's view.0

Snort...0

Moro blew a sharp breath passing a particularly jagged boulder. Just beyond, the path sloped upward into a wide, shallow valley.0

Lucia's gaze shifted to its middle—specifically, to a collapsed rock pillar's ruins, now just a shattered base. More precisely, to the black-haired man beside it and the fairy slouched at his feet.0

Lucia tilted her head slightly in confusion. She realized the black-haired man, Ian, wasn't looking at her.0

Instead, his gaze was fixed somewhere behind her, far off in the distance. Only then did she realize that he must have been speaking to Diana—he had turned his head toward her.0

Lucia couldn't hear what was said, but Diana tipping her head back for a long swig from a bottle told her enough. It seemed Ian had said something infuriating.0

Or maybe something's wrong.0

Flashes of what she'd seen during the ride flickered through Lucia's mind.0

An endless...0