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His self-possession had returned with the appearance of the mages. Reive turned to the monarch and answered, “Your majesty, this is a horse. I guarantee that you’ve never had such an animal. You don’t need to feed it. And it doesn’t need to have rest. You can ride it for days, and it won’t fall from exhaustion. Tiredness is unknown to it, as well as disease, hunger and death.” Gerhard shifted an amazed gaze to Scarlet Hoof and whispered, “Is that an undead horse?” “Exactly, your majesty,” the necromancer nodded. “And now, it’s yours.”

The horse had never gone so long without getting proper feeding and a bath… neither had he, the King thought as he sniffed the air around him, his lips pressed as his face failed to hide his disgust. A low sizzling sound reached Darren’s ears and he finally realized the real reason his horse had slowed its steps- they had reached the wall. Like the ancient books said, the wall was thin, multi-coloured and it had the ability to flow as though it was water, and that flow was making his eyes feel weird, just as it had been written. “Oh well, here goes nothing,” Darren said to himself as he quickly shielded his eyes and pulled the hood of his thick, black cloak over his head. “May the goddess be

Instead, it smiled and said, “Amazing. You managed to exert such a powerful force and break my defenses even in such a terrible state.” While speaking, the golden puppet warrior’s energy leaked into the surroundings, and its body slowly faded. Soon, it had vanished entirely, and a golden book appeared. The book fell from the sky and landed directly in front of James. “I did it!” James sighed in relief. He forcibly sat up, picked up the golden book, and excitedly examined it. The cover had a few primitive inscriptions belonging to the Dark World’s Human Race engraved on it. Being proficient in the Human Race’s primitive inscriptions, James immediately recognized the words.

----- RIEKA We exit the side door of the house and standing before us are two gorgeous horses! One is a beautiful black stallion, just like I imagine Black Beauty, from the book, would look. The second horse is a palomino. Its body has the perfect golden shimmer to contrast with the creamy white mane and tail. She is perfectly groomed and both horses are saddled up and ready to go. They are both extremely large, but the black stallion is the bigger of the two. I guess at least one of them would have to be massive in order to carry Aleksandr. I notice that the black horse has a couple saddle bags as well, but I can’t see what’s inside them.

“What is this place?” I jumped off the horse to get a better look at the breathtaking view of the paradise we were currently in. I heard everyone gasp in awe as they entered the portal. We were on concrete pavement and it was leading to a stunning white palace ahead. It was three times bigger and extravagant than that of Queen Morrigan's palace. Looking from afar, everything was painted in white and the windows seemed to be made of dazzling gold. What kind of people are living here? Or are they even people? This place is terrifically marvelous. I badly wanted to ask the horses since they're the one who brought us here. But it won't make sense since I don't understand them. I wonder if Namir

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

I tried to stop her. I grabbed her wrist, not letting her move any further. However, she just looked at me and said, "I'm not scared. It's not like you're some kind of monster. I just want to feel it." Hearing that, I slowly let go. I let her explore. Her hand was soft and smooth, the touch so delicate it made my whole body tense in a strange way. After a while, her expression changed. Excitement lit up her face.

And curled in the center of it, alive, breathing, a silver wolf, thin and faded and patient, waiting the way only something with centuries to wait can wait. The Pale shows it to me the way you would show a hand to a frightened animal, slow, open, asking nothing. There is no triumph in him, no gloat, and that is what makes him so much worse than Seraphina ever was, because Seraphina wanted to hurt me, and the Pale only wants to keep me, and keeping is a far older and more patient hunger than hurting.

Jeremiah held his forehead as he was still quite dizzy, “Not so great, Engram, I just expelled from the temple and I have nowhere else to go…” The former priest then suddenly realized that he was riding on an undead horse. Most parts of the horse were skeletons and some of it was rotten flesh. He then shrieked in fear, “What’s on the Goddess name is this thing, Engram?” Jeremiah asked, as he was unwilling to take a ride on the top of a horrifying-looking horse.

On it’s back, sits a rider in golden armour who urges the gentle beast forward while he surveys the damage done to the kingdom. The wailing women instantly become quiet, lowering their heads as the man in the golden armour rides past them, the crying children hide behind their mothers’ skirts. They don’t meet his gaze, the ones that are brave enough to do so cower instantly, shivering uncontrollably, as through the slit in his helmet, they see his cold gold eyes, the eyes of the devil himself. He pulls the reins of his horse, bringing the majestic beast to a stop at the bottom of the marble steps of the Casian Royal Palace. He pulls the golden helmet off his head, revealing locks of golden