Himos rode atop an Undead Horse, fleeing for his life.
The eyes of this Undead Horse blazed with Netherworld Fire, and it possessed strength comparable to a level six Demon Beast. Although it was nothing but a skeletal frame, its running speed was not slow. Moreover, it never tired, for as long as the breath of the Undead lingered within it, it could run endlessly without requiring rest or food like living Demon Beasts.
The Undead Horse galloped furiously, carrying Himos toward an ancient and desolate castle in the distance.
The land was barren all around, with white bones occasionally visible among the tufts of grass.
Clearly, this was an ancient battlefield, desolate and silent, with no signs of human life for a hundred miles around. Only that ancient castle stood forlorn, like the lonely silhouette of an elderly man in the dusk, looking so isolated.
However, that was the only lifeline left in Himos's heart.
