The others gradually caught up.
The Crow Queen - Triss was whispering chants over a hundred meters away. Amidst the agitation of warhorses, the enemy's chasing formation fell into chaos, but their riding skills were superb, and no one was unseated.
Her spells seemed to require a certain distance, otherwise, their power would diminish.
A gust of magical wind rose from her incantations.
On the battlefield.
The Valkyrie, who had just taken away the souls of two warriors, quickly turned her head, looking directly towards the direction of the Crow Queen - Triss.
However, she took no action, remaining in a neutral state.
Her presence was invisible to the naked eye, seemingly not belonging to the real plane, like a ghost following behind everyone, even pausing to collect the soul of a chieftain's guard who killed Duncan.
For a moment.
It was as if she and Duncan had formed some sort of tacit understanding.