Southeast of the Unicorn Duchy, right outside the gates of Castle Lucan, three men rode in on the backs of terrifying, snow-white unicorns—so pristine they almost glowed.
One wore a black cloak, another had golden hair, and the third, a short man gripping a green staff, looked like he didn't belong anywhere near a battlefield. And yet, here they were, riding straight toward the castle gates like they owned the place.
The moment people caught sight of them, panic spread like wildfire. Onlookers scattered in every direction, faces pale, hands trembling, doing everything they could to stay out of the way. No one wanted to accidentally draw attention from these guys—one wrong move, and it could be the end of them.
Some folks, though, didn't recognize what they were looking at.
"Hey, what's the big deal?" someone whispered, clearly confused. "Aren't those just Tier-11 unicorns? We've seen those before. Why's everyone freaking out?"
