Chapter 428
"Stop!" At Seren's shout, the galloping warhorses began to slow. The fog, which had crept in gradually, had now thickened enough to completely obscure their vision.
They really didn't rest even once.
Ian let out a faint, bitter smile as he tugged on the reins. His inner thighs ached. They hadn't been sprinting, but riding nonstop at a brisk pace for nearly half a day had taken its toll. If these weren't demonic warhorses, some of them would've collapsed by now.
Huff... grrr...
The horses were clearly struggling too. As the procession came to a full stop, the sound of their labored breathing filled the air. Ian's black steed lowered its head and exhaled heavily, growling deep in its throat.
"Good job," he murmured, placing a hand on the creature's neck. A small stream of chaos power flowed from his palm into the horse before he looked up at the sky.
The fog had climbed higher than he'd realized—now blanketing the sky so thickly that not a single patch of it remained visible. Visibility had narrowed so much that he could barely make out Seren up ahead.
"This is insane," came a voice from the front. It was Diana, who had just leaped down from her horse. "I had a bad feeling the moment you said we were heading for a rift. And now we're bringing warhorses along the edge?"
She met Ian's gaze and gave her trembling legs a lazy swing, trying to shake out the stiffness.
Ah. Looks like she only just figured out the plan.
He shrugged. "Well, I heard they're planning to blindfold the horses."