Chapter 53 A Prophet's Dream & The Saint's Vision

• Two days had passed since the Festival of Stars.
• Mixarnt and Aelries were riding a wagon through the open grasslands, en route to Dominion Castle, located in the central region of the territory. Mixarnt held the reins, guiding the horses at a steady pace under the morning sky.
• “So it’s three days by wagon, huh?” Mixarnt said, stifling a yawn. The slow speed was starting to bore him. He glanced up at the sky and sighed. “We should’ve just hired a driver so I could lie down and nap under this nice weather.”