For Rashalard, escaping the prison had been effortless. The staff she carried was crafted from the horn of a unicorn that had lived in ages long past. Concealed in the shadows of the stone cell, she quietly channeled her magic and performed the soul restoration ritual. A unicorn with a coat of shimmering silver arose before her. Soon the magnificent spirit beast lowered itself, allowing Rashalard to mount, and without a sound they leapt into the night sky. Beneath the moonlight, they soared like the wind over the mountains.