Baron Rivelle shifted his sharp black eyes toward his family and the guest seated at the table. His voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of authority. "It's time. Let's move."
With those words, everyone rose. The smiles that once graced their faces vanished instantly, replaced by a quiet and focused seriousness. Without hesitation, they moved out of the manor in steady formation, their footsteps echoing faintly through the grand halls until they reached the porch. There, the Baron's butler already stood waiting with seven robust Enduron horses, their dark, sleek hair gleaming beneath the golden sunlight. The beasts snorted impatiently, stamping their hooves against the stone pavement as if eager for battle.
