358 C358. Mike

  Tyler's carriage sped through the streets as they head towards the west borough.

His hood did very little in protecting his face from the cold breeze as he felt the wind bounce off his skin. Normally, such high-pressured wind would prevent any normal person from keeping their eyes open, however, that did little to bother his eyes as he maintained a steady expression as the carriage sped up even more. 

Looking down, he saw the paved road flying past them beneath the carriage, as though he was currently seated on a modern vehicle from earth. He did not know if it was because he was close to the ground or because of some other reason, but it felt like they were moving faster than they actually were.