"RIDE!"
"RIDE!"
On the narrow path, a robust warhorse raced rapidly and wildly. The knight astride the horse looked frantic, glancing back from time to time, desperately pushing the horse to its limits to gain speed.
Behind them, fog that blanketed the entire Black City clawed outward in all directions, devouring everything visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, the fog's expansion was not too fast; as the rider spurred his horse forward urgently, the distance between them grew increasingly wide.
"RIDE!"
After crossing a hill, the fog behind was no longer visible, and only then did Hal breathe a sigh of relief.
"Stanford, I still won in the end!"
He touched the bundle on his back, and a smile inevitably appeared on his face.
