Storm Beneath a Calm Sky
While Videl was in her room, getting ready for what's to come, a group of people were nearing Fantom City. The sky above the road was pale and open, the kind of quiet morning that made distant movement feel heavier than it should. Hooves struck the earth in a steady rhythm, dust rising in faint clouds behind armored riders. Their presence wasn't loud—but it didn't need to be. The weight of trained soldiers moving with purpose carried its own kind of pressure.
These people were some of the top men of various noble families. Even without banners raised high, their armor, posture, and formation revealed their origins. Each of them carried themselves with the confidence of those who were used to being obeyed. They had all gathered in Fantom City to acquire Videl's magic weapon.
But beneath that shared goal—
There were different intentions.
The only family that had another agenda aside from the magic weapon were the Saulons, the family of Albion.
