A carriage rocked gently as it passed through a twisting dirt road that led to the gates of Kingdom of Miracles. The rumbles of the reinforced wheels rolling over uneven terrain filled the silence.
In the carriage, Corey sat with his eyes closed and his arms folded as he ignored the three other individuals that were either straight up staring at him or taking short glances at him with varying emotions.
He could understand why they were constantly staring at him, and he could also feel their wariness and curiosity as they looked at him.
His appearance and physique.
Although he hid his aura to not make people like these to be fearful or overly submissive around him, he had forgotten about his appearance.
Because he had been in the Underworld where it was not so rare to see extremely handsome individuals- though they could not be compared to Corey's beauty- Corey was used to just brief glimpses at him from the Underworld residents.
