Callum pondered without uttering a word.
He gripped the reins tightly, squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and urged the horse into the darkness ahead.
Pierre and the guards also drove their horses, following along.
Only Eck's face was full of hesitation.
The sight of that armored cavalry was still vivid in his mind.
It filled him with fear and trepidation.
Finally, Eck sighed.
He still urged the horse under him, following Callum.
A dozen or so minutes later.
Callum pulled the reins again, slowing the gallop of the horse beneath him.
Callum, with his keen sense of smell, clearly detected the strong scent of blood in the air.
He waited for the guards holding torches to come by his side.
Borrowing the light from the torches, Callum swiftly scanned his surroundings...
The next second.
Callum's gaze froze, stopping at the edge of the torchlight.
In the field, there was a distinct humanoid shadow lying prone!
