Phoenix True Body
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Early morning, a red sun slowly rose from the east, making the entire sky red. The morning breeze was a little cold but very refreshing, thoroughly restoring one's vigor.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
There was a luxurious carriage that was speeding on the highway of the eastern side of the city. The carriage was over ten feet long, and it was drawn by two warhorses which were obviously of a rare breed as they galloped like the wind. The people in the carriage weren't any ordinary individuals; hence, the pedestrians had all stood by the side of the highway to avoid getting crashed into by the warhorses.
At the shaft of the carriage was an experienced coachman. They might be speeding, but there wasn't an instance where the carriage had crashed into a pedestrian. It was a very smooth ride.