Brand pointed his sword forward—
The cavalrymen immediately shouted in unison, forming a black torrent rolling forward. It seemed no one knew fatigue, not even the horses. Even the enthusiasm of the self-defense corps behind was completely aroused. They had only one thought left: forward, continuously forward.
Accelerate, keep accelerating.
No one had the energy to think of anything else. It seemed all their energy was used to produce adrenaline. They enlarged their pupils, breathing exhaustedly, as if using their last breath to rush at any possible enemy and drag it down to hell.
Damn Madara!
Even if men and horses were exhausted, these warriors must at least grab that final victory. They looked up, as if they could see the young man's sword pointing forward, leading to an open door.
Behind that door, lies a miracle.
