The Multirole Doctor and Assassin

The Leviathan descended with a deep, rumbling breath, its massive wings causing powerful gusts of wind as it gently touched down on the designated landing zone. The moment its colossal frame settled, a team of attendants from the floating hotel swiftly moved to assist the passengers.

Vergil and Freya disembarked, descending the elegantly crafted staircase that had been seamlessly extended from the Leviathan's back.

Waiting for them was a carriage, unlike any they had seen before. Instead of horses, a single of strong Centaurs stood at the front, their muscular forms clad in special clothe, the reins gripped firmly in their hands. His equine lower halves shifted restlessly, but his upper bodies remained poised and disciplined.

Lady Seraphina, ever silent, stood beside them. Shuri, her ever-faithful attendant, stepped forward. "We have arrived in Gravemoor City, the capital of the Calthenian Republic," she announced in her usual cool and composed tone.