Chapter 425: Proof of Existence (13)
0% In the midst of a full sprint, scenery holds no meaning.
Everything turns into blurry compressed streaks anyway. The only thing that stimulated my senses alongside the roaring wind was the heavy impact of my feet against the ground.
That was how desperately I was running.
There was no time to take in the surrounding scenery. As the distance to my destination shrank, my vision was gradually consumed by clouds of dust.
A faint smell of blood grazed my nostrils. The wind carried distant screams, and the sharp clashing of weapons soon caused the image of someone to fill my mind.
Ria Percus—my younger sister was there.
Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of Hellholes relentlessly spewed acidic fluid while Holy knights, drenched in that thick green liquid, were letting out screams in agony. The sight of human bodies slowly dissolving was nothing short of horrifying.
I had only been gone for a few hours. Yet in that short time, the entire garrison had turned chaotic.
Panting heavily, I halted right before the battlefield. Only then did the man on my back gently step onto the ground.
It was Sir Reynold.
Mages couldn’t outrun skilled swordsmen. While they could enhance their speed with flight magic, even then, they couldn’t match a swordsman at full tilt. That was why Sir Reynold had willingly endured the humiliation of riding on my back.