Unstoppable.
However, for many years, this country could no longer see such a sight. It seemed only able to recollect its most glorious years in its twilight, but even these memories were gradually disintegrating and fading away.
Yet at this moment, a shadow appeared on the highland outside the small town of Ridenburg, like a streak of lightning in the darkness, piercing straight down as if to inaugurate a new era.
Char stared at the back of his lord, his eyes gleaming, unable to resist placing his fingers in his mouth and blowing a whistle. He spurred his warhorse to follow swiftly after him.
The two of them, two horses, galloped side by side.
Mano, as if injected with adrenaline, drew his curved sword and glanced at the leaping figure in front of him with annoyance. Horse and man moved as one, impeccable in their movements, leaving no room for criticism: "You said he couldn't ride?"
"He really couldn't at the beginning."
"Then you must have been fooled by him, haha."
